“Please don’t cry,” he croaked, weak fingers curling to brush my cheek. “I’m okay, Lor. I feel okay.” I was crying too hard to answer him, throat aching and snot dripping from my nose. I cried so hard I thought I was going to be sick, clinging to his hand and burying my trembling mouth against his palm. “Lor, please don’t cry,” he repeated, chin wobbling at the sight of my desperate tears.
