/Jane/
"Sure thing," he said, following me around to the passenger side of the vehicle and opening the door for me before returning to his side of the vehicle. After a few minutes of driving in complete stillness, he turned to face me and smiled. "Do you think you're okay?"
When I said yes, my heart broke all over again, just like it did every time I left Sam's cemetery. "Yep," I said, trying to make it appear as if it wasn't.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to provide you with greater privacy."
I didn't say anything since I didn't want to talk about it. The cries were straining to escape my throat as I looked out my window. "It's OK," I whispered, glancing out my window and swallowing them.
The way his palm wrapped over mine was a quiet expression of solidarity. I mean, it was a simple gest
