My stomach dropped. My heart swelled before shattering in my chest. His familiar steely eyes bore into mine as he bent down and fell down to his own knees. Both of us mirrors of each other. Two destroyed people struggling to pull themselves together. Long lashes blinked every so often, a tiny indent at the corner of his mouth pressing into his skin.
"Stop crying baby, it's okay. You're safe. You were never in danger." Tom comforted.
My eyes tracked back behind me as my knees scooted me closer to a kneeling Tom. Straight. Tidy. Organized. Clean white lines that ooze delicacy. Marble floors spread out in big slabs filled out by thick detailed trim. Wainscoting up the empty walls. A thin mirrored credenza showed bits and parts of Tom and I, the gunmen behind us.
I twisted. They both stood
