When he moved his hand, he rubbed it down his face to get rid of the few tears he'd felt fall. He didn't want to cry in front of her. He didn't want to cry ever. . . but this was too much. He life had been robbed from her. Now she was doomed. . . just like him.
"I'm not leaving," he said firmly, standing back up and going to her. "And don't tell me to calm down."
Gently, he placed his hands on the sides of her head and turned her face to him. "What happened?" he asked quietly, searching her face for answers. "When did this happen to you? Why didn't you tell me?"