A sob rips out of me so hard it actually hurts my chest.
Then another…..Suddenly I'm crying so violently I can barely stay standing. Noah holds me tighter immediately.
"It's okay," he whispers quickly, one hand pressing against the back of my head. "I've got you. I've got you."
But I can't stop….i can't.
"I thought he died," I choke out between sobs. "Noah, I thought he died in front of me…"
My fingers clutch desperately at his shirt like I'm drowning.
"He was bleeding so much," I cry. "There was so much blood and I couldn't stop it and Margaret got shot and…"
My voice completely falls apart as Noah just holds me tighter, like he's trying to shield me from everything at once.
"You did good," he says softly, firmly. "You hear me? You did everything you could."
I shake my head violently against his chest.
"It's my fault…"
"No."
"I should've stayed upstairs….."
"No, Elaine."
"If something happens to them…."
His grip tightens immediately.
"Listen to me."
