Henry could see the determination she had so he stopped the words. He knew she was a bit muddled from how quickly her life had flip flopped in less than a day. It worried him to see her like this.
She could see the worry so she stared at him intensely. Her eyes had a haunted expanded look, like a ghost begging from the grave. It reminded him eerily of his mother. "Henry, please. I know my limits better than anyone. If I need your help, I will ask you or Michael. But, I need to get this over with. It's been too long."
