Japheth
Regina’s sobs were like a knife in my heart. They hurt me more than my bruised body or my broken ankle, as I hobbled my way over to her with one crutch. She was deeply upset about something, because she didn’t even notice me there until I switched my crutch to the bad side and set my good hand on her rounded shoulder.
I wanted so badly to make all her pain go away, if only she would let me. Knowing Regina, she wouldn’t want to let me see her vulnerability, she wouldn’t want to admit she could feel pain, for fear that someone would take advantage of her. And, true to my suspicions, she wiped the tears off her face and tried to give me a watery smile. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice breaking and betraying that she wasn’t fine at all. “It’s just the pregnancy hormones making m
