“I’m so scared.” I couldn’t reassure her of shit. Not when I had no clue of this would play out. All I could do in that moment was hold her. Because I didn’t have the words to fix this, to make it right for her. All I had was my body. My presence. My ability to stay. Sniffling, she looked up at me, eyes puffy and red. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For proving me right.” Confused, I frowned. “How have I proved you right, exactly?” “Well, you’re here for a start,” she said, offering me a small smile. “And you haven’t hit the roof.”
