Arc stood still, his chest tightening and jaws clenched as the woman continued to strike him.
Yet her words cut deeper than the pain on his chest. Arc knew it was just her frustration with the whole situation, her anger and sadness directed to him.
He could not help but tell her one thing. "You're wrong," he whispered, barely audible over the woman's sobs yet she paused from his words.
"What?" she said, as she sniffed.
"I said you're wrong. I'm here to help," he said quietly, looking directly into her tear-filled eyes.
Before she could respond, he opened the window in his white form and stretched the metal doors aside for them to be able to pass through it.
Sycamore was on the other side, ready to receive the children and the woman. and when she saw what Arc tried to do, she could not accept it after what she had done to him.
