"What's wrong, Debbie? Someone messed with you? Was it that punk Nelson again? Want me to go knock some sense into him for you?"
Adrian had never seen her like this. Even the last time she'd been upset about him not coming home, she hadn't cried like this—completely falling apart in his arms, gasping between sobs.
He was at a total loss, just standing there while her tears and snot soaked into his expensive suit, gently patting her back like she might break.
"Come on, don't cry anymore. If you wanna go home, we can go now—I'll take you. You don't have to go through this. Just tell me who upset you, and I'll handle it."
But Claire couldn't say anything. She kept shaking her head under a flood of tears, voice catching, "It's… it's not anyone… it's just me…"
It really wasn't
