“I think I’m going to cry right now. Just for a little bit. Need to get it out. Is that okay?” “It is,” Nick said, and as they held each other, the morning sun spilling into the room through the window, they cried. For what they had lost. For what they had found. For Before and for After, for a woman who had been their everything. They cried for her, and themselves. But they did not cry alone.
