She was a bit reassured by the way that he took her hand. At least, she thought, this didn't seem to be about her. Sometimes she still thought it was too surreal, that she would wake up and it would be all over...and that was something that honestly terrified her. But it was real. He'd proven that to her many times over...his physical presence was a reminder.
At his words, she wanted nothing more than to just hold him and banish whatever it was that he'd seen, to make it not true. She remembered hearing about the pregnant woman, talking about it with him...but what was it now? Was there something wrong with the baby?
Stephanie didn't have kids, obviously, but she had thought about the possibility. And she couldn't imagine being a mother, being pregnant, and finding out that something was terribly wrong...no wonder he was upset. Stephen wasn't a harsh man by any stretch of the imagination.
She squeezed his hand reassuringly, the free one coming up to brush a feather light touch through his hair, leaning just a bit closer to him to add that extra comfort, "I remember her...what happened, love?" Her voice was soft...she wouldn't be angry if he chose not to answer her, but if it was so awful, wouldn't if feel better to share the burden?