As it Crumbles Beneath

"I think I need to lie down,” Jemma managed, standing up on trembling legs only to have her grandson carefully wrap an arm around her. “Deke, I’ll be-” she started, trying to hold in the sob that was welling up in her chest.“Please,” he said imploringly, blue eyes scanning over her pale, tear stained features. She nodded deftly, allowing him to lead her up to the level with the bunks on it. It was only when she went to open the door to her own quarters that she stopped, dread filling her. Her entire material life was contained within the room. Her things mixed with those of her husband’s - the man who she had left three floors down in a cell, his self-imposed segregation suddenly immensely raw once again.