Jacob
"It's okay," I whispered, moving to cup his face and make him look at me. I wiped away his tears, struggling to steady my own trembling voice. "We'll rebuild. You're a fighter, Jacob, and fighters don't give up, do they?"
"I don't have it in me, Evelyn. I... don't," he admitted, his voice heavy with despair. "I don't think I can deal with this anymore. Seeing you like this, watching Mom and Dad worry all the time, these shitty days... I can't handle it. Having nothing makes me feel as helpless as I was when my father used to beat my mom, and I could only watch. You don't know what these situations are doing to me- I never liked feeling helpless, because it only brings back memories of my past. I can't even explain it. It sounds like nonsense, but it's... it's- "
"Shh..." I
