She didn’t even move when the single tear escaped down her cheek. I shifted the rest of the way forward to wipe it from her skin with my thumb and put my arms around her again. “Doing an awful lot of that lately, Fancy Face.” “I don’t know why,” she choked out. “I don’t feel like I have any control over it anymore. I don’t know when I started being fragile.” I scoffed. “Fragile like a bomb, maybe.”
