It took all of two seconds after his arms slid around her that she broke down again. Trembling in his hold, Quinn slid out of the chair and half into his lap, arms tightening around him while she cried into his shirt. She didn't know she had that much in her, that she was aching that badly and that apparently she'd finally hit the point where she could no longer hold back that pain. He'd already seen it and felt it. He knew and so she let it go in front of him.

Jesus, what had happened to her?