But Annabelle Linton only cried harder, her sobs filled with despair, each one heartbreaking.
"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me! Believe me, believe me!"
Leona Grant watched Annabelle Linton clinging tightly to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, and an inexplicable, sharp pain pierced his heart.
It was a pain like being run through by several sharp knives.
He reached out, pulled Annabelle Linton tightly into his arms, and kissed her gently. "Okay, okay, it wasn't you. I believe you."
Annabelle Linton hugged Leona Grant back just as tightly.
It was the feeling of someone who had just survived a life-or-death disaster.
She held onto Leona Grant with agitated, needy tremors, and waves of heartache washed over him.
'What on earth did she dream about?'
'Crying out my name over and over… what did she see in her dream?'
"I believe you. I'll protect you, so please stop crying, okay?"
Annabelle Linton gradually quieted down, but her arms around him never loosened.
