CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
I held her as she cried and rubbed circles on her back to try to soothe her. I felt my shoulder get wet and I was just wrecked. I should've forced contact earlier. My little fighter, my warrior - she was falling to pieces. I would never forgive myself. Her crying got heavier and she was heaving breaths as she clung on to me and I squeezed her tight. Evan and Nick stood somewhere in the kitchen, keeping an eye on us but giving her space. After a few minutes like this her sobs became less frequent and she was taking slow deep breaths.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in my shoulder.
“Nothing to be sorry for, Killer,” I said softly as I rubbed her back.
“I’m getting your shirt all wet,” she sniffled.
“Go ahead and blow your nose in it, I don’t care,” I assured her in a low t
