It had taken some doing and several very assertive phone calls, but Phillip had done it without complaint. He had never heard Whitney quite so...unraveled as he had on the voice mails...messages that he had, for whatever reason, still not deleted
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Phillip had intended to say a great many things when the door opened, but seeing her made all of them vanish. Instead he wrapped his arms around her, holding her near. He heard her start crying, and that put him at an even bigger loss. What was he supposed to say to that?
So he didn't say anything. He whispered soft nonsensical things about how things were going to be just fine and how he had taken care of everything and how she had nothing to worry about. He whispered and pressed a kiss or two into her hair and held her until her tears had slowed a bit. "Now..." he said softly, pulling back a bit. "Now then, Whitney, we're going to grab your things, and we're going to go down to the car, and one of our jets is going to take us to Philadelphia. We're going to see your mother and she's going to be just fine. Where did you put your bag?"
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So he didn't say anything. He whispered soft nonsensical things about how things were going to be just fine and how he had taken care of everything and how she had nothing to worry about. He whispered and pressed a kiss or two into her hair and held her until her tears had slowed a bit. "Now..." he said softly, pulling back a bit. "Now then, Whitney, we're going to grab your things, and we're going to go down to the car, and one of our jets is going to take us to Philadelphia. We're going to see your mother and she's going to be just fine. Where did you put your bag?"
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