Sarah POV
Stunned, I watched Jordan cry for several seconds before my training kicked in.
“Are you all right?” I asked, kneeling down next to him as he sobbed. Goddess, it sounded like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and spat on it.
He just cried some more.
“Jordan,” I said as gently as I could. “Jordan, what’s the matter?”
He just kept crying, and soon I was holding him. I’ve been subjected to a lot of different crying styles from various children. This felt genuine and heartfelt. I felt tears come to my own eyes; it was such a sorrowful, mournful sound.
“I’m so sorry,” he choked out before he cried some more.
“It’s OK,” I said. “Whatever it is, it’s OK. I promise.”
He just kept crying. I just kept holding him and saying soothing things.
Finally, he quieted on his o
