It really did take those few minutes for Verity to calm down. She felt the heavy, warm weight of the blanket drape over her body, but didn't take much notice of it. She was far too busy crying to let that distract her. But the smell and the warmth, and the feel of Oliver's arms around her were making her think that this was heaven. Perhaps Eddie really had killed her.
But then the mumbled words came, promises of vengeance and love in the same breath. And Verity realized this couldn't possibly be heaven. This was some sort of hell on earth, where her only respite was her husband's arms. She melted into them, wishing that the whole world could just disappear.
She shook her head, lifting both hands to touch her husband's face. "Please, no. No, Oliver." She shook her head, looking into his face. She was dirty, cold and tired, and covered in tears. "I don't want to think about it. I don't want to know about it. Please, no. Just... it never happened. Please."