“Cuddlebug?” “Hey, Ollie,” she whispered without turning to face me, her voice casual and raspy. “It feels like the sky is falling.” All the pieces inside me that I’d managed to glue together haphazardly along the years fell apart, piling in the pit of my stomach like a ruined jigsaw. I cleared my throat, digging my nails into my palms. “I’ll hold it up for you.”
