For the second time in one day, I raised by head to see her slowly advance into the room. The second entrance was no better than the first. I had thought that it couldn't get worse than seeing her collapse to the floor in front of me, but I was wrong. The heartbreak in her eyes ripped me apart before I could even take a breath. I knew her well enough to know questions or comments would only make it worse. She just needed time to process.
I stayed silent, wishing I had headed back to the cabin instead of sticking around. The office was her safe space and having me in it after everything that had happened would only erode that safety and comfort. Judging by the horror on her face, she needed all the comfort she could get.
It all happened in slow motion. She looked so in control as she cros
