I try for a laugh. I really do. In fact, I think it starts as a laugh, but then all at once, it collapses into uncontrollable sobs. Kole doesn’t hesitate. He steps into my arms, which only breaks the dam, and buckets of tears fall from my eyes. “I’m here,” he whispers. “We can talk, I can just hold you … whatever. Just let it all out.” Apparently, my body thinks that’s a brilliant idea. I soak Kole’s shirt with snot and tears—so sexy—but I can’t stop it. I’m not even trying anymore. For the first time since my father and stepmother died, I let go of everything I’ve thought I needed to hold on
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