break a grown adult.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my brave, beautiful girl,” I wept, wrapping my arms around her so tightly I thought I might absorb her right into my chest. I rocked her back and forth, my own tears soaking into her pajama collar. “You are safe. I swear to you, you are safe. I will protect you now.”
But Emma stiffened, pulling back to look at me continue reading …
