The tears trickled down Betty Maccagnan’s cheeks as she contemplated what could have been.
Behind her red-rimmed, glassy blue eyes, lies the trauma of having witnessed a close friend fall victim to domestic violence. The buried memories are unearthed without warning. The confusion. The “pop! pop!” of gunshots. The standoff with hostage negotiators. And the finality of an eight-hour ordeal summed up in two unthinkable words.
“She’s dead.”
Betty, the wife of Jets general manager Mike Maccagnan, wiped her face and tried to steady her voice. But the anger, the heartache, the regret — all of it — still was too fresh, too powerful, to contain even six years later.