“Will this help?” Shane asked from his computer where he pulled up documents, pictures, videos, and interviews about William Sawyer.
“Yes.” Sarah said taking a deep breath as she looked at a picture of the man who haunted her dreams. She had crossed the room from where she had been working on her own computer to stare and lean over Shane’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry you have to do this!” He said sadly. His voice was full of pain that was not his own.
“I’m fine with it, besides if I can’t even look at his picture how am I going to act when I fond him.” Her voice was thoughtfull and loving but at the same time held the fear she wouldn’t share.
“I know, but…it’s hard to hear and see you being so scared and knowing I can’t do anything to comfort you.” His voice was soft and almost inaudible.
“Well I’m just happy your here!” She said enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek to help hide her fear and ease his pain. “If you did any more to comfort me, well it would be sad.”