And then she releases a terrible sound. A sob. She may be tougher than old leather to have been through what she’s been through and come out on the other side of it sweeter than sin, but she’s still so fucking tender. Her tears tear straight through me. I’m standing, but when she sobs again, I stagger. I only miss that first step though, because in the next beat, I’m at the door. “Where are you?”
