That entire six-foot-four, two-hundred and something pound body was literally shaking. He looked like he hadn’t just seen a ghost, but a hundred of them. I didn’t intentionally set out to grab his hand or pull him toward me, but I did. Once, I had shaken the same way he was doing right then, and all I had wanted afterward was someone to hold me. And for me, there had been no one to do that. But I could be that person for someone else now.
I was wondering if he’d been in a wreck before w his initial shaking
