The urge to hold him overtook her with such ferocity, her arms ached. Lord, what he’d been through, what he’d survived. Most men would have broken, would have fallen to the earth and lost their minds, or taken their own lives. He’d hidden the shame, the horror, the desperation in a placid lake of darkness. Of blood. And then froze it solid to lock it away. Unfortunately, it seemed, she was just the storm to dredge the wreckage up from the bottom.
