Jessica POV
Vicky came flying through the door, Franco following behind a little more cautiously. She threw her arms around me and started to sob, deep, mournful sobs.
"Sshh, He's still alive," I said, trying to comfort her. She had known Douglas a lot longer than I had, and it had hit her harder than I expected.
"Any news?" Franco asked, looking a bit lost, but hopeful.
"Still in the theater," I replied softly, fighting back sobs that had threatened to fall the moment Vicky engulfed me in her tearful arms.
"Brought you some lunch, didn't think you would have eaten yet. He handed me a paper bag and a coffee.
I let go of Vicky and took the coffee. He sighed but said nothing, pulling out the food and placing the sandwiches on the table.
"Thank you." I took a sip of the coffee, and was
