Sarah nodded into his shirt, her sobs gradually getting more quiet and her shaking stopped. Still, she clung onto his him like he was a life presever. In a way, he was. She'd likely be in a ball were he not here. "I don't want Mark to help me." She whispered, voice trembling. "He won't help. Trust me, nothing he does will help. I only want you to help. You're the only one who can help." Being homeschooled her whole life, Sarah didn't really have any friends other than Simon. She only met him because her father used to be friends with his. With her mother gone for possibly the rest of the day, he was the only thing she had. "Please stay."