Over the years, he had rarely comforted anyone, and for the first time, he hated himself for being so clumsy with words. Rufus thought for a moment and said, "I'm here. If he comes, I'll hold him back for you, and you can just drive away. He won't be able to catch you."
Norris' face was buried in his embrace, her hands gripping the clothes on his back tightly, her whole body tense like a bowstring.
"Cry if you feel terrible," he stroked her hair and gently coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't hold it in, it'll feel a little better after you let it out, Norris."
He wasn't a woman, so he couldn't understand her helplessness and despair, but he couldn't bear to see her in pain.
How could Trenton bear to let her suffer like this?
What on earth had happened? Could it be true what Norris said - that he wanted her to abort the baby?
For the first time, he felt he couldn't understand Trenton at all.
