22. Here
By Alasse Fefalas
Jane held her gently. His arm wound around her back in a firm embrace, reassuring her he was still there. His other hand held her head, his thumb stroking her hair tenderly. When she didn't stop shaking, he held her tighter, pulling her flush onto him. She had her face buried on his shoulder, her head resting on his chest. Her grip on around him tightened, as if afraid to let him go. He rocked them quietly, side to side with no rhythm, kissing the top of her head.
"Shhh, it's okay, Lisbon," he whispered into her ear. "I'm here."