“In the meantime, would you like to come inside? Get warm?” He shook his head. “I can’t, Mom. I don’t even know what warm feels like, anymore.” She could tell he was getting ready to leave her again. She reached up to the full extent of her five-foot-two-inch frame and threw her arms around his neck, drawing him close. “It feels like this, Trey,” she said into his ear when he leaned down to put his head on her shoulder.
