"Don't cry..." Kaden whispered, dread stripping his voice of strength. "Marcie please don't-"
Please don't cry. Please don't have a reason to cry.
Why did Apollo have Tragos' phone? Kaden had buried himself in the immediate thoughts of driving and baby and hadn't let himself analyse the question. But the threat of the answer had been waiting. Biding its time like it knew it would get him in the end.
No. No. Kaden fought it, a flare of anger bursting through him to try and blind the fear. "Marcie stop it."
In the doorway of the Parsonage living room, Much had been lingering, trying to decide if he should back off and stop eavesdropping but too worried about the whole situation to close his ears to it. He'd stepped out when she called her mom, and didn't know who she was talking to now, but when sobs overcame Marcie, he couldn't just stand there. Much quietly came and sat down beside his crying friend, and started rubbing her back. This was the worst. Absolutely crazily the worst. He could get so mad at the world (at the Greeks) for what they had done to her, but anger wouldn't help Marcie right now.