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He nods and strokes her hair gingerly, staring down at her and tilting his head. “I know, baby. I don’t wanna come back either. Especially not under these circumstances.” Larry sighs and looks back toward the bulding, his hand skimming along her arm and grasping hers, their fingers linking together. “Let’s get this over with and then we can go home and just..” What?

There was no normalcy in this situation. There was no going home and just being. Not when they would have to bury their son in a few days. With a tug to her hand, he guides her back inside, making his way toward the woman’s office without much haste. Once they reach the office, he pulls her in behind him and helps her take a seat before he situates himself beside her.

       Ally walks with him back into the building, the dab front room making her cringe as she holds onto his hand, and lets out a sigh. There was no escaping this hell, in a few days, they’d have to bury their son and then there was nothing else to do, except grieve. As they walked back into the office, she blinks, tearing herself from her thoughts of dread as she’s guided back towards her seat. Considering the look of sympathy on the woman’s face, she would assume that she looked about as weak as she felt.

“So… graveside?” She offers, trying to pick the conversation up quickly, before her newfound resolved decided to find the back door. Ally usually knew her limitations. She knew how quickly she could cave to anxiety when it came to overly emotional, personal, and devastating situations. The loss of their son was completely uncharted territory. With a heavy breath, she looks over at her husband, and steadies herself.