In Jeff's bedroom, Jeff and JoAnna are in the bed, holding each other tightly.
After some time, JoAnna stopped sobbing and he carried her to the bathroom to wash her face. He helped her clean up, and then carried her back to the bed. Gently, carefully, as if he fears that she might break.
She is so delicate, and so strong at the same time. Jeff was not sure how to hold her, how much pressure he can exert without hurting her. But he knew that he does not want to let go of her, and she didn't want to let go of him either.
After all that happened, they needed each other to confirm that it's over. Maybe it was just a bad dream, or a twisted reality, but for a moment, both of them faced a possibility that they will not be together. That hurt. Like an open wound that stings like crazy.
Both of them relived the incident in their minds several times. Feeling of danger creeped into their hearts and it seemed impossible to shake off.