She grabbed the front of his shirt roughly, and shook him. She was sobbing now and she gasped for breath as she yanked him around. It wasn't fair, why couldn't she be the one who had been attacked? Tatum didn't deserve this kind of life, and neither did Sam. At least she had karma against her. She should have been the one tho have to live this horrendous double life.
"Fucking change me," she sobbed. At least then she wouldn't be alone, they could deal with it together. She gave Sam another weak shake before collapsing against him. "I can't let her go through this alone, please," she begged, her face tucked into his neck. She would never admit this moment of weakness to anyone else.