I pulled Whitney closer and held her. "This is only the first report. Things aren't always what they seem at first there's still a chance. Don't give up on him yet. You have to believe."
She nodded against my shoulder, her crying so quiet and contained it made my chest hurt more than loud sobbing would have. She had always done that kept herself small when she was falling apart, like she was trying not to take up too much space even in her own grief. No wonder Vito had wanted to protect her even when she was on the other side of everything. Some people just did that to you.
"Lewis's already sent people to look into it," I said softly. "Don't worry."
"Okay," she whispered. It came out like something small and tired.
