Chapter 112: Thud! Thud! Thud!

Her tears kept flowing and he kept wiping them.

Quietly, resolutely, wordlessly, gently.

He let her cry and unburden, not telling her to stop. She needed to get this out as many times as it took.

Although it hurt as if someone was slashing his heart with a saw, he stayed resolute.

Once she had quieted down a bit and the tears ceased to drip out of her swollen eyes, he applied the healing balm on her cheek again.

Putting the box on the table Zyair finally lifted himself off the floor and settled alongside Skyla. She was huddled up on the leather sofa, her legs pushed to her chest in a vulnerable position.

"Come here!" He lifted his right arm and quietly asked, keeping his emotions in check so she could scoot over to him if she wanted. He needed to be strong for both of them.