“Are you all right?” I ask. He nods, but he looks so sad. Empathy fills me, and I smile softly and hold my arms out for him. “Nathe, come here, baby.” He hugs me. We squeeze each other tightly and stay in each other’s arms for a long time. I can feel his torment. “Can I do anything to help?” I whisper. “Just be here.” He kisses my temple.
