The woman steps forward, and before I can react, she wraps me in a hug. I freeze. For one heartbeat, I freeze. Then I feel her body trembling against mine, and I hug her back. Holding her tight. Because this is a clinging hug. One without reservations. One that’s more than a greeting. It’s… real. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper as tears drip off my lashes. “I’m so sorry.”
