How did you tell your wife that you had no idea where you were or how you had gotten there? How did you tell her that you had failed to protect yourself -- much less her -- against a bunch of armed men?
There was no reason to panic. Both of them were fine, and, most importantly, they were together. Had they been separated, that single act would have destroyed both of their lives. Had their attackers somehow known that?
Coop took a deep breath, letting the oxygen fill his lungs a moment. It was a soothing act, something Coop had learned long ago was necessary sometimes. This was one of those times.
"What do you remember from last night?" he asked softly, taking her hand in his. It was a gesture of comfort and of preparation, because he knew that Belle would not like this situation at all.