Torin embraced Synovi right there on her doorstep as he fell into her and wept. His cries rocked the depths of her soul, forcing tears to slide down her face. Synovi’s body crumbled, seemingly like his world, and Torin was right there to pick him up. “I got you,” she cooed softly, rubbing his back. Synovi hoped she did because he didn’t have himself.
