He rubbed her back and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"There's more," he said softly. He had to tell her the whole, bloody story now if this was going to be serious. It wasn't the sort of thing he wanted her finding out about from anyone but him. "When she got sick I was desperate for money. I would've done anything, paid anything to make her better. The one natural talent I seem to have is handling a gun, you know? So I started taking these jobs..."