"Don't- don't-" Iestyn wanted to push the words back into her mouth, didn't want the pity, the eyes looking at him, knowing what he did. He glanced between David and Rhiannon, looking furtive and guilty and sick, and closed his eyes.
David pressed his lips into a thin line. Just when he thought he had a handle on dealing with all this trauma, a new thing would rear its ugly head and turn everything around again. He held out his hand and let Rhiannon take it, because it was such a simple thing to offer comfort when it was asked for, and not something he bregrudged.