Della feels everything wash over her as she collapses against Lucas’s shoulder. Sobs rack her body, and her face turns red from the crying. Della hates how weak she feels when she cries. It seems lately, all she does is cry. Lucas looks over in confusion at Jo, and when the mother simply shakes her head in reply, Lucas places his hands under Della’s legs, picking her up and carrying her to his bed. He tries to lay her against the pillows, but the redhead woman latches on to his collar, fearful he would disappear if she let go. Sighing, Lucas crawls in next to her, pulling her body into his. Concern for the young woman mounting, Jo finds a chair nearby. The three sit in silence, safe for Della’s painful cries. Every couple of seconds, Lucas would rub her back and plant kisses on her for

