"I didn't think it would be this serious..." Large teardrops rolled down her cheeks, making for a pitiful sight.
Alaric Davenport glanced in her direction, his hand on the steering wheel tightening its grip.
He hesitated. 'Should I comfort her, or not? She's crying over another man, and she wants me to comfort her?'
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry. I just... I can't control it. I can't do anything right, and nothing I do is ever good enough. I can never make anyone happy..."
Alaric Davenport tapped the steering wheel twice, then finally reached out and stroked her head, patting it gently a couple of times.
He kept his hand there until she had calmed down some, then finally spoke. "Why do you put yourself down?"
Rosalind Lowell looked up at him, a single, glistening teardrop clinging to her lower lashes. Her red, tear-brimmed eyes met his gaze.
His heart lurched. He turned his gaze forward and pulled back his hand.
"I really didn't do a good job."
