The strolled rolled through the automatic doors, a cool air-conditioned breeze blowing across their faces. As the wheels jostled over the entry mat and then onto the smooth faux-granite floor Rachel finally managed to dry her tears and confine her cries to a few sniffles. Brian touched her arm again, giving her a sympathetic look. “You okay?” he asked.
Rachel gave him a little nod, afraid to open her mouth to speak lest a wail come out instead.
“We get it ‘gain” he assured her.
Rachel wanted to believe that, but she still felt lost.