She braces her arms against his chest, hands curling at his collar. She doesn't fight his touch, but she feels like she might suffocate in his embrace. She's barely breathing as it is.

She can't find her voice. She can't find it through the heartache and the grief. He wasn't the only person she lost in Colorado, but he's the only one who came back. How did she think she could ever face him?

"I can't..."