Aubrey wiped at her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time.
She wasn't even sure how long they'd been sitting there anymore.
Minutes.
Hours.
It all blurred together.
The ache in her chest hadn't changed. If anything, it had settled deeper. Become heavier. The kind of hurt that sat behind your ribs and refused to move no matter how many tears you cried.
At least the crying itself had slowed.
Mostly.
A shaky sound escaped her throat as she dragged the heel of her palm across her face.
Beside her, Isabella remained silent.
Patient.
Steady.
One hand rested against Aubrey's thigh, rubbing slow circles through the fabric of her jeans.
No words had been exchanged since Isabella pulled her away from everyone else.
There hadn't been a need for them.
After everything that happened with Lila.
After seeing Adrian's face bleeding.
After watching Terri nearly break apart in front of everyone.
After realizing they had to leave Maine tomorrow.
They were exhausted.
