Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps #4)

by Becka Mack

And then I’m on my feet, wrapped up in the middle of four men who wind their arms around me, holding me tight while I let it go. Except it feels a lot like they’re hugging a twelve-year-old boy who lost his best friend, and somewhere along the way, himself. For the first time in my life, I don’t have to hold myself up. And nothing has ever wanted to make me fall to my knees more.

I was reading this while the archer was playing - sobbing