Someone to Hold
Summer was using my chest to hide her face.
Any other time, I would have loved it.
Any other time, I would have been slightly nervous about it.
But I couldn't enjoy this.
And I wasn't tense or uneasy about it.
It felt like the right thing – the only thing – to do.
Summer needed someone to steady her.
Someone to protect her.
Someone that could hide her teary-eyed face.
Someone that could keep her from seeing what she clearly didn't need to see.
Just… someone.
Marissa could be dead, and I was the only person Summer had to hold her.