Anna buried her face into Pierce's chest, her lips pressed into a hard line to hold back the sobs threatening to slip from them. The rounds sheet in her hand clattered to the floor but she didn't move.
Pierce rubbed slow circles over her back. It did little to help. She found herself wishing Jason was here—what she felt wouldn't magically disappear in his arms, but it'd make her feel less alone in the undertow.
Even that thought sent another wave of guilt through her. How could she seek comfort when… when his cold body lay in the morgue? How could she seek comfort when his family had none?
She pulled away from Pierce, quickly wiping the tears from her face. He gave her a concerned look.
“Are you okay?”
Anna glanced around to find the small crowd had dispersed.
“I don't deserve
