I look away quickly, blinking back tears. Ambrose notices and concern quickly replaces any anger he carried just a few seconds ago. “Hey, talk to me.” His soft voice drapes over me like silk. “I have so many questions; things I need to know. Where have you been, how long are you here for—are you okay?” The back of his hand brushes against mine and just for a moment, I savor the feeling. Being touched by someone can feel meaningless until you’re touched by the right person.
