[ When the two of them stand, Jamie looks up, preparing to stand and see them to the door when every part of him goes cold at the sight before him.
His daughter's shift, covered in blood at her backside. It nearly drives him to his knees, bile rising in his throat and he can only stand there, frozen, not wanting to call attention to it, to make Brianna upset, to set her to tears again. He's never experienced this before, this feeling as though he can't quite breathe.
As soon as they leave and he can no longer hear their footfall, his empty soup bowl is hurled at the wall where it shatters.
Everything will be cleaned by the time they return, and the only hint of his tears will be far away in his eyes where only Claire can see. He's quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed stock still, unable to stop thinking about anything other than how horribly his daughter was brutalized, and it's where he'll be when they return. ]
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His daughter's shift, covered in blood at her backside. It nearly drives him to his knees, bile rising in his throat and he can only stand there, frozen, not wanting to call attention to it, to make Brianna upset, to set her to tears again. He's never experienced this before, this feeling as though he can't quite breathe.
As soon as they leave and he can no longer hear their footfall, his empty soup bowl is hurled at the wall where it shatters.
Everything will be cleaned by the time they return, and the only hint of his tears will be far away in his eyes where only Claire can see. He's quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed stock still, unable to stop thinking about anything other than how horribly his daughter was brutalized, and it's where he'll be when they return. ]