`` the man whose son i am is in jail for killing your son . i could move without a walker back then , though it was still slow going , and after reaching the bedroom , i saw her on the floor , near the bed , lying on her right side . look at how you 're giving back ? '' she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth , her frustration renewed . she meant to argue but somehow found herself being led to the parking lot , his possessive hand on her back . 