She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears. She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip. Stay, he said in a choked voice. Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.

The Darkest Hour (ed. Penguin, 2010) - ISBN: 9781101443170