Delilah was crying silently on the plane, while Patrick was holding her close. He had his arm around her shoulder, and she was holding his waist, crying onto his chest.
"I shouldn't have let him go on this tour. My baby, my baby," she kept mumbling, her tears streaking down her face.
"It's not your fault," Patrick said for the millionth time, "He wanted to go. You know how he is."
"But I should have been firmer," Delilah argued, "He's only 15. What was I thinking?! They are all just kids! How could I .."
Patrick put his hand at the back of her head and stroked her hair while pushing her onto his chest more. Effectively stopping her rants that he had been hearing for the past 24 hours.
