Ezekiel

Rhea stood in front of us, that apology having just left her lips. She held herself like she was afraid she’d fall apart if she didn’t. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and she looked down, her hair falling in front of her face. It was almost like she was afraid to look at us, afraid of what we might think or say.

I hated seeing it. I wanted to run up to her and hold her tight, hold her together, so she didn’t have to do it ...