A Cry for Help
Sarah plopped down on the couch, her head buried in her hands. ‘I need help,’ she whispered, and tears flowed freely.
Mike sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. ‘We’re here for you, honey. What’s wrong?’ he asked carefully.
But she just cried harder, shaking her head. It was clear there was more to say, but the words were stuck somewhere in the mess of her emotions.