Tory wasn’t a hugger. I knew that from first-hand experience of trying to get snuggles out of her, but the way she melted into him and rested her head to his chest had my lungs refusing to work. He spoke to her in soft murmurs, affection pouring from his eyes. I tried to lip read what he was saying and could have sworn I saw him say, ‘I’ve got you, sweetheart.’
