David met Rhiannon's eyes over Addy's head, feeling deeply sorrowful too. He felt awful for what his poor children had to go through, and for Rhiannon too. It wasn't right. He held Addy tighter, stroking her hair.
Iestyn was crying too hard to ask her what she meant, his face pressed into her shoulder and his hands clinging to her robe. It hurt, all of it hurt, and Addy's pain over him hurt too. He didn't know how to deal with it all, it was too big.