"I think we’re alone now."
For the first time all day, you laugh. It’s weak, barely a huff of breath, but it’s a laugh. “I think so, too.”
He steps away from the door and toward you, hands out. “You doing okay?”
You’re not. But you let take your hands, let him pull you in, let him wrap your arms around him. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you close your eyes and, finally, you begin to relax.
"I hate being here."
"I know you do." He tightens his arms around you.
"I wish we could leave."
You exhale. “Thanks for coming with me.”
He dips his face to kiss your temple. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”