The words I’m cold hovered on her lips. It was basic human interaction. If you were cold, you mentioned it, because it was something to say and it was a way to create a connection, to start a conversation. But even such a simple comment hid a trap within. Because I’m cold was about her. And the worst thing she could do right now was make it seem like she wanted to talk about herself. “It’s cold,” she said instead. “You’re probably freezing.” His eyes stayed fixed on the horizon. “It seems like you’re in a lot of pain,” she said. “What happened?”
