He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to be the one holding her and drying her tears, but he couldn’t. Not now. If I get my hands on that fucking bastard who hurt her, I’ll kill him. Eric. That son-of-a-bitch has managed to tear her away from me and Ryan without even trying. She was going to leave you, his heart whispered, and he frowned. He raked his fingers through his hair as he watched her sob against her father’s chest. I need to get out of here before I say something I shouldn’t. Moving to her side, he put his hand on her shoulder and said, “Whitney. I need to go, but I wanted to say something before I do.” She lifted her face and stared into his eyes. “I know this is all confusing to you. I can’t imagine losing two months of your life and not knowing what happened. I wish you weren’t leaving, but I understand your reasons. Even if you don’t remember me or Ryan, we care about you and would never do anything to hurt you. If someday you do remember, we’ll be here.”
