I needed to breathe. I needed an explanation. I needed someone to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay. I needed Noah. The thought hit me as quickly and as unsuspectedly as everything else had that day, but it didn’t make me panic more. If anything, the realization soothed me, blanketing me like a silky sheet of reassurance. My heart rate slowed. My breathing evened out. My hands stabilized, the tears on my cheeks drying, no more falling from my eyes to join them.
