The Tunnels of Confession
"C'Mon Jack," I whispered, my voice emotionless as I pressed a firm hand against his shoulder and led him out into a side tunnel, Duchess at his heels. The two of us walked in silence, the only audible sound created by Jack's soft cries that seemed to be echoing from his chest with every step he took. I tightened my hold on him, trying to keep the hot tears from streaming down my face. Soon, I stopped, Duchess collecting herself at Jack's feet and staring up at me with her big, chocolate puppy dog eyes that seemed to be as sad as their new master's. "C'Mon," I whispered to her helplessly. "You need to be alright through all of this. My Jack's going to need you
I gave the dog a quick pat on the head, turning my attention to Jack, who had at least calmed down a reasonable degree. "Jack," I started, placing both of my hands on his shoulders and stepping closer to him.