"Hey,"
Neil pulled back to look into Rosemarie’s eyes. "It's going to
be okay."
Aware
that she was probably stressing out the dying man, she wiped her face
and nodded.
“I'm
sorry,” she looked at Mark. “I didn't mean to lose my cool.”
He
smiled a brittle smile as he reached out and touched her foot. “Sorry
for the trouble.”
“It's
no trouble,” she lied.
He
pulled his hand back to rest across his chest.
