"Jo…" Jeffrey whispered as he reached her.
And then, without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.
She was his everything. So what if she was pointing a gun at him? She was the woman who was carrying his child. He was the one who left her alone. She had every right to him.
Joanne's body collapsed against him, her arms limp, the gun slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. She buried her face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him, the only thing that had ever felt like home.
And she broke.
Tears poured down her face, sobs wracking her frame. All the pain, rage, and helplessness poured out in waves.
"I'm here, Jo… I'm here," Jeffrey whispered, pressing kisses to her hair. "I'm sorry I left you alone. I'm sorry. I'm here now."
Robert picked up the fallen weapon, inspecting it with wide eyes. The safety wasn't even on. He looked up sharply.
She could have. But she didn't.
