“I’m going to walk over to you,” I say, taking one step at a time in her direction like I’m talking down a jumper. “I’m going to put my arms around you and I’m going to hold you,” I pause before taking the last step, “and you’re going to let me.” “Why?” she asks, like it’s the most insane thing she’s ever heard and maybe, after tonight, it is. “Because I need to.”
