"I'm not fully sure. I just know everything felt off and then Cleo contacted me needing help, or it might have been her gran. I don't know if it was Clee or her initially."
Quinn looked up at TJ and tried to crack a small smile but couldn't. "I know she is. I just hope she know she is," he said softly, brushing his fingers through her hair.
He put the tea down and slowly got back to his feet. "I'll go and grab another chair."