But after she’s tugged it over her head—even though it falls almost to her knees and she has to shove the sleeves way up—there’s no trace of a smirk, only the sense that every part of her is being pulled down by the same weight I brought her out here to escape. If anything, seeing her swamped by a piece of my clothing makes me feel worse. Everything about me is too big right now. My body, my boss, my job. Most of all, my feelings for her.
