I wasn't sure how much he actually heard considering I was hiccuping and sobbing but I think he got the gist.
His hold on me turned into a iron grip and he spoke into my hair. "No, baby, no. I promise it wasn't your fault. The kid ran a red light. He was going too fast, no way your Mum would have seen it coming. This isn't on you, baby, I swear it's not."
The words soothed me like cold water on burnt skin; it made me feel better but the wound was still there. I made a grateful sound in response.
We didn't talk much after that.
Julian was only allowed to stay for an hour or so because of visitation rules and the whole time he held me in mostly silence. I really appreciated the fact that not once did he comment whenever I started randomly crying again. He only squeezed me closer.
When h
