Mark’s pov

“You know what, you don’t need to answer that,” Sarah said, I heave a sigh of relief, I doubt I would have told her anyways. “Can I use the restroom?” She asked in the calmest tone you’d least expect from someone who has just been informed about the death of her husband.

“Yea sure,” I and Rex reply in unison

She gets up, “I’ll be quick mom,” she said to her mom, gives Chloe a quick peck before leaving for the bathroom

“Do you think she’s—" Rex is asking when I cut in “do you think she’s going to be okay?” Thinking again, I add “of course not, that was a dumb question.”

“She’s not okay now, but she’ll be. My daughter isn’t one to show emotions. She just needs time to take it in that’s all.” Her mum says “Thank you so much for your help?—"

“Mark,” I respond.

“Mark,” she repeats, her eyes welling up with tears “thank you.”

I nod, feeling a sense of helplessness as I exchange eye contact with Rex and Joe. I want to do more to comfort her, but I know I’ve done all I can for now.

Rex leaves