Let's be Together
“Shh. I’m here. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”
“No, it’s not,” I cry, gripping her tighter. “Where were you? I’ve been calling and calling.”
She pulls back just enough to cup my face, wiping my tears with her thumbs. “I’m sorry,” she says, her voice full of guilt. “I was with the team. The coach wouldn’t let me leave. I got here as soon as I could.”
Her hands are warm against my cheeks, steadying me. “Look at me,” she says firmly. I do. “You’re stronger than this. We’ll get through it. Together.”