He pulls me against him, and it’s only when my head drops that I realise my eyes are burning and my cheeks are wet. My body is shaking as the tightness intensifies in my heart, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Dad’s hand is at the back of my head as he tells me repeatedly that he’s got me. He tells me it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to let it all out. He’s here.
