“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” Arrick lifts my chin back to him with soft fingers so we’re nose to nose as he ducks into my much shorter height and bridges the large gap as best he can. He frowns hard at me and studies my expression for a second before that boyish face completely calms to that softer expression I know and love. His genuine calm.

Hints of a face that is so familiar, and for a moment, I forget why I am even crying, why I’m mad at him. He sighs slowly as though ...