“Arry.” I sniff, so glad to talk to him at this moment, overcome with emotion suddenly and aching for him to come to get me. I don’t want this to be the last time I ever hear that voice again.

“Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for hours… I’m at your apartment, Sophs. Baby, come home. I’m here. I came back for you not long after I left… I’m sorry for what I said, how I was. You just need to…….” He sounds broken, torn, and ravaged, much like the version ...