“Don’t cry, Teddy,” I accidentally said out loud. My lip quivered, and my throat hurt. Gus tilted his head and brought one of his hands up to my face. “You can cry, Teddy,” he said. “I’ve got you.” “I’m so tired,” I whispered. My voice was trembling. I felt a tear slip over my cheek, and Gus wiped it away. “I know,” he said.
