KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I close the meeting room door with a firm touch, but without aggression.
Scarlett is trembling in my arms, sobbing in a way I’ve never seen before.
She’s not the type to easily be brought down, and that worries me deeply.
I gently guide her to the couch in a corner of the room, kneeling before her as I hold her hands.
"Scarlett, look at me.", I ask, my voice low but filled with urgency.
She lifts her eyes to mine, tears streaming down her face.
I feel a tightness in my chest seeing the suffering in her eyes.
I want to protect her from everything, but I have no idea what’s happening.
"What happened, love? You need to tell me."
She tries to find the words, but each time she opens her mouth, it seems like her voice refuses to come out. Finally, she whispers:
"Kiera
