I don’t know how long we stand there, me crying in his arms, but when I feel like I can breathe again, when I can hear the pounding of my racing heart and the pattering rain on the window, Carter rests his chin on top of my head. His following breath is deep and steadying, and when he sniffs, my heart aches with the knowledge that he’s taken on every ounce of my pain he can manage in this moment.

