“Shit… Sophie… Baby.” Arry says breathlessly, his voice dropping to barely a whisper, and then he’s back stronger. With that shake in his voice, his tone has fallen to an emotional level, and I can hear him trying to keep himself together. “I’m coming home. I’ll be on the first flight. I’m sorry… I should have been there. I love you, and I’m sorry.” He sounds broken, emotion rasping his voice, and yet still in me, nothing but the same emptiness keeps enveloping me ...