"So he will stay for a while, until you are ready to send him back."
I give a startled laugh that quickly turns into sobs. Baba wraps his arms around me and holds me. I cry into his expensive sweater, and he murmurs to me in Russian.
The time I spent with Sawyer was frustrating, infuriating, crippling. He managed to pry me out of my shell and hold a mirror in front of me, so I could see how damaged I am. Like him, I'm broken by Mikael's death.
Am I fixable? Is he? Why do I hope we both are and that one day, we can sit down for coffee and have a normal conversation?
I don't think I'll ever see him again.
The idea crushes me. I'm too upset to know why exactly.