As she stooped to gather the shards, her spirits sank even lower.Out of nowhere, Quinn crouched down beside her."Watch out."The voice was deep and soothing, laced with an undercurrent of care. Josie looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, at a loss for words."Why the tears? It's just a bowl that's broken. I'm not going to bite your head off."Quinn watched her, feeling a mix of frustration and pity. He reached out to wipe her tears away, his touch meant to be gentle, but his calloused fingers only made her sob more fiercely."You're like a faucet that won't stop leaking..."Quinn had seen Josie cry more times than he could count. She was always quick to tears, and he had gotten used to it. However, whenever she broke down, he felt helpless, just waiting for the storm to pass.Josie's sobs subsided quicker than usual. She sniffed, working hard to smooth out her voice, "If Yaslyn was crying in front of you here, what would you do?"Quinn half-smiled as if the question was a
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