“Look at me,” Farrow urges, his clutch strong on my skull. I let my hand fall off my hot face. And with everything inside him, he tells me, “You are my family.” Tears gather in both our eyes, tears I don’t think we’ve ever shared like this. “That’s never changing.” It splits me open, and I bawl into my hand, into his chest. Glimpses of that night try to tear through me, and I just cry. It gushes out of me, and I can’t stop it any better than I could cut the anger. This time, though, the weight is releasing bit by bit. Easing off me slowly. I breathe.
