Anna turned and prepared to race for the door, fearing that she had already witnessed too much. Richard caught her wrist before one foot could cross in front of the other.
"Please don't go," He said softly, with a broken voice. "I would prefer not to be alone right now," he added as Anna turned slowly to face him.
"Okay, I'll stay," she said as he released her wrist, his fingers brushing against the palm of her hand. She didn't hesitate to squeeze his hand as she looked down at him. He remain...