“Well, that's it, I passed it with giblets, a shaggy creature,” Edgar grumbles, but I can see from his face: he is calm and even relaxed. Facial lines are not as sharp as usual. – How are you here? Did you get along?

I nod. I have a lump in my throat. I don't want him to understand.

“Come here.” It’s almost an order. And his eyes are dangerously attractive, like two magnets. And I walk at his call like a rabbit. Right into your arms.

He hugs me. I feel his lips on the top of my head. I freeze from unbearable understatement and tenderness. I am ready to...