My words tangled. What ones could I possibly choose that would express everything that had been roiling in me for the last two days? How could I explain what it would do to me if I hurt him—more than I already had? How could I tell him how much it meant to me that he came back and yet how quickly I would trade that for the promise of his safety? Words were nothing, compared to that. It would be like trying to move the sea with a spoon.
