The most important thing was to rescue Abigail Moore from Trenton Smith's hands.
...
Norris stood still for a long moment, dazed.
Only then did she reach out and pry Trenton's fingers off her right wrist before turning around silently and walking away.
Trenton hesitated briefly, then quickly turned and chased after her.
Norris's wrist was seized again as she stood there with her back to him, refusing to look back. "Let me be alone for a moment," she said.
Trenton tightened his grip on her hand. "No."
"I… I don't know how to face you right now." She shook her head, her voice dry and unbearably hoarse. "Please, let me be alone."
The man remained silent, holding her hand as he slowly stepped forward to stand in front of her. Norris stood still, her head slightly lowered.
He raised his hand, gently pinching her chin, his fingertips brushing the cold tears that had rolled down her cheeks.
