At first, she stiffened, so tense he almost pulled away. But after a moment, her arms closed around him, clasping tightly, as though he were the last bit of life she could hold on to. “It’s all right,” he soothed. “Let it go. Let it out. I’m here. You’re safe in my home. Always.” She didn’t cry, or sob, or fall apart. But she didn’t let go either. She clung to him as her body silently shook and a torrent of feeling was unleashed, something deeper than he understood, but he didn’t have to understand. He just had to be there to hold her through it, to be strong as she clutched him for
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