But this is something else. This is agony. Deep, tortured sobs ripped from the depths of her soul. And I’m utterly helpless. All I can do is hold her as tight as I can while she shakes in my arms. “It’s okay, let it out,” I urge. I don’t know how long she cries for, but her voice is hoarse by the time she settles. Her eyes are swollen and red, and my heart breaks for her. I’m so goddamn in love with this woman. Seeing her cry makes me want to find the person who did this to her and slam his head through a wall. I inhale a deep breath, searching for the words to ease her pain.
