I was about to say," Thank you. I don't need it." I looked up and saw Jonathan, smiling at me. His face was paler than usual. He couldn't have slept well last night judging from the sight of his bloodshot eyes!

"Why are you crying?" he said as he leaned over to lift me, his body emitting the faint smell of alcohol and tobacco. I shook my head.

He wiped my tears with his sleeve and I looked at him. We were just separated for a night, but it was as if I hadn't seen him for a year. ...