Quinn turned to her and reached out, awkwardly hugging her close in the cramped space. She trembled and her breathing hitched a few times, but she kept the sobs at bay.
When he pulled back and looked at her, she nodded solemnly, then wiped under her eyes. She wasn’t wearing makeup, so either she hadn’t had time to put any on or she’d already ruined it once.
“Where to?” Quinn asked, driving back out of the yard.
“They’re flying him to Vegas as we speak,” she said, attempting a normal tone without quite succeeding.
“Alright.” Quinn turned on the radio and left it on low, and started the long drive to Las Vegas.
They were barely outside of Spruce Creek when Karen’s shoulders shook enough that Quinn noticed.
“Hey, I’m not going to lie and say it’s gonna be okay, but let’s not borrow trouble, okay?” He reached for her hand and squeezed it.
She was quiet for a while, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m not sure I’m ready yet,” she whispered.