Chapter 370

  Hints of a face that is so achingly familiar, and for a moment I forget why I am even crying, why I’m mad at him. He sighs slowly as though to reel back and comes at me with a new tactic that is less devastating to my soul.

  “Sophie? Talk to me,” he whispers, and it only pushes me that little bit further into remorse and hopelessness. I burst into painful heartfelt tears and bury my face in the open front of his jacket, against that expanse of hard chest as his arms come around me protectively, the warmth of his body heat encircling me along with the smell of him that could always soothe everything away. His chin finds the top of my head and rests gently as he tries to console me. My heart aches at everything that is familiar in this, a million fleeting memories of this exact hold on me when consoling a thousand scars.