And I close my eyes. I can be this for her. Be her comfort. Be her warmth. I can be anything for her. If she’ll let me. I fill my lungs with the scent of her. If Kendra will let me, I’ll have coffee with her in the morning. I parked half a mile down the road, down a dead-end street. So I can stay. So we can talk. And if she’ll let me, I’ll tell her everything.
