Her mother had always told her, especially after some particularly nasty things, that there were people that had lived through worse. No matter how bad it got, there was always worse to be found somewhere.
Bea didn't think anything had ever hurt this bad. Nothing that had happened to her had ever hurt like this, and in that moment, she knew that her mother had been right. There was something worse out there, and this was it.
A detective discreetly cleared his throat and Bea lifted her head from Eli's chest. "Right this way," he said as he pointed down a hall and Bea sighed. "Okay."