She let out a long breath as soon as she was in the elevator, and once again the tears filled her eyes. She couldn't clear her mind of those children, of their broken mothers who would never be able to hold them again. Her hands started to shake, and she could feel the sobs building to a steady roar in her chest.
And just before the doors closed, a hand shot out, and Dave was standing beside her.
"Don't," she whispered, after a moment of painful silence.
"Don't what?"
"Don't tell me I'm too emotionally involved."
He shook his head. "I have no intention of doing that, Emily," he said quietly.
And his hand slipped into hers.