Victor looked at Polly Sutton with an icy stare, wondering what melodramatic scenario was playing out in her mind this time.
"Go back and rest." Victor lifted her up, and Polly Sutton collapsed against him, limp as a rag doll. Victor half-carried, half-embraced her as he spoke, "Don't overthink it."
Polly Sutton rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him, "You don't mind?"
"I mind, but what can I do? Watch them die?" Victor confessed without any pretense; saying he didn't mind was impossible.
Polly Sutton was carried back to the room by Victor; Tommy was asleep, but Benny suddenly climbed up, his big eyes filled with obvious worry.
Polly Sutton straightened and pushed Victor away, quickly walking over, "What's wrong?"
Benny was held in Polly Sutton's arms, "Grandpa and Granddad..."
The little guy was too worried to sleep.
"Grandpa and Granddad are fine." Polly Sutton looked at Benny, giving him a kiss on his little head, "So Benny doesn't need to worry."
