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Jack didn’t know what to do. He’d never held a woman as she cried. He was usually the reason they were crying.
Grabbing Pilar and carrying her to the living room was instinctual. The rest was not. He held her and tried to think of something to say that would make her feel better, but there was nothing. The situation sucked, and until it was over, she was in danger. Which meant no words would solve anything.
“We’re going to get him, Pilar. We’re going to stop him. He’s not going to hurt you again.”
She kept crying as though she didn’t hear him. With how loud she was, it was entirely possible she hadn’t. Jack just held her, stroking his hand up and down her back and rocking with her, hoping being there was enough.
“This is all my fault,” Pilar finally whispered.
Jack shook his head.
