Broken
I choke in broken sobs as she took me in her arms and rubs my back in comfort.
"Elliott," Sarah says with concern as she breaks me from my flashback. "We're home, Jessie has been trying to get your attention."
"Sorry," I say quietly.
I take the offered crutches and head inside. I lower myself in my reclining chair and Jessie sits across my lap. She trails her finger along the scar on my face and I close my eyes. I feel the chair recline and she adjusts herself in my lap.
"Can I get you guys anything," Sarah asks softly.