Jaxon
I had been feeling a wild mix of emotions: anger, frustration, relief and fear. But once I saw Sara none of that mattered. I pulled her in close to me and let her cry. She mumbled apologies profusely, and all I could do was try to sooth her. There was no point now in pointing out that I had told her this would happen, that I tried to warn her. She knew that. She already felt bad enough. I didn’t want or need to make that worse.
Part of me still felt frustrated that she had insisted on going anyway and doing things without me, but even if she had taken my advice, there was no guarantee it would have been a better outcome.
"It’s alright, it’s okay," I whispered back and I brushed her hair out of her face.
"I’m so sorry, Jaxon. I should have listened. That was so bad," she mumbled into my sweater. I didn’t want to lie to her and pretend it wasn’t but I had no reassuring words for her.