Frank curled an arm around her shoulder and pet his fingers through her hair. He thought, maybe, this was how Maria might have been any number of times that he had been incommunicado during missions. He remembered how mad she'd be with him whenever he was back, later than expected.

This was different. There was no back from this.

"You're not alone," Frank said softly. "You're not alone, Nina. Hey. You've got a village."