“I never cry.” Something that, from anyone else, might have been a sniff. “I…I don’t know what to do.” “You let it happen. And you let us comfort you.” Another sound, this one perilously close to surrender. And then, at last, Caspian Hart came clumsily—warily—into my arms. I enfolded him and drew him close, his sobs muffled in my skin and his body so awkward against mine, as if it had never learned to be held.
