The scene that greets you is just as bad as you had imagined it from Lindsey's description. Her back is to the door, but you can hear her stifled weeping, and see her shoulders shaking.
She starts a little when you gently place your hand on her shoulder, and you whisper softly in her ear so she knows it's you.
She turns into your body as you lie beside her on the bed. Curled up against your chest her slender frame shivers with every sob, and it breaks your heart as you feel each one tear at hers.
You wrap your arms around her and stroke her back soothingly, holding her to you; holding her tighter as her grief persists. The more she cries, the closer you pull her and when her crying eventually desists - probably because she has no more strength to support it - she is flush against you, one arm around your waist, and her head nestled between your neck and shoulder.
Her breathing evens out and you're just wondering if she has fallen asleep when she snuggles closer and whispers, "Stay?"
You brush her hair out of her face, and tenderly press your lips to her forehead. "Of course I will."
She tightens her embrace, and you trail your hand into her hair, gently massaging the tension at her shoulder. Her body relaxes into your touch and, after mere minutes, you feel her go limp, and a contented sigh indicates her slumber.
You watch her sleep for a long time until you are satisfied that the devastating events have let her be to rest peacefully, then you close your own eyes, your evening prayer that night being for Catherine's heartache to remain forgotten as she dreams.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?