Part 61

Abel was there, bundling her up into his arms right away, holding her hands, clasping them between one of his own. He let her cry until his shirt was more water than fabric and the sky outside had gone dark, the only light in the tiny room coming from the hallway.

Eventually, the maid stopped crying, eyes slipping shut, slumped like a dead weight. She wanted to scream. Scream at Javier for hiding the truth, being a coward and such an insensitive prick, for ruining them all the way.

“Come on”, Abel softly cooed, rubbing circles on her back. The touch made her sigh. “We need to move out of here.”

“O-Okay”

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