And then all the strength goes out of me, and I would have sunk down to my knees if Snow didn’t wrap his arms around me and hug me tight. I’ve never been hugged like this, by someone strong. Someone who could hurt me if he wanted to, but instead is using his immense power to give me that sense of protection and support that I’ve never known in all my life. I could have been a better man if my father had been more like this. “Why couldn’t he be happy?” I sob. “Why couldn’t he live for me, for us?” I’m thinking of my mother, too, of all the years she tried to laugh with him and joke with him
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