I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around him as he cries. “It’s okay. You just feel it all.” His arm bands around my waist as he buries his face against my chest. I feel the heat of his breath as he pants for air, his fingers fisted tight into the back of my shirt. Shifting my weight, I roll us until I can unpin his left arm. Our legs snake together, and he’s practically on top of me. “She’s dead,” he groans against my collarbone, his tears wetting my shirt. I brush my fingers through his soft hair, sweeping the honey-nut strands back from his face. “I know.” His arms tighten around me as his
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