She broke down. I didn't blame her. I felt bad for her, seeing in her eyes that she was telling the truth.
I stood up and moved around the desk. I put my hand on her shoulder. She tilted her head and rested her cheek on the back of my hand. I felt the tears as they fell from her eyes and seeped into my skin. I felt much more than that.
"I'll help you," I said sincerely.
She looked up. Those teary eyes killed me.
"You need a name. How about Kerri? It's Irish. It means dark and mysterious."