“But it’s all we have left,” he says, voice cracking over the last word. Without thinking, I break the space between us and wrap him in my arms. His chest is shaking against me, and I soon realize he’s started crying. It’s the kind of sobbing that doesn’t let out a single sound, the anguish too heavy for words or cries. Grinding my teeth together, I squeeze him tighter, no space left between our bodies.
