Stavanger Bay What I know tomorrow, I'm learnin' today

He was weeping. She wasn’t necessarily surprised, but it was confirmation of both what she’d thought and what Reverie had said.

Some men would be ashamed, but Bridget wasn’t one to give in to that kind of bullshit appearance. There was nothing wrong with pain and the less someone learned to hide it from the ones who cared, the happier they would be.

She stepped quietly alongside, leaving a short distance between them, and looked out at the sea also. If you want to talk about it, I’d like to listen. An invitation, but not an obligation. He didn’t know her, but the offer came with an ease that would hopefully be unmistakeable.