People had tried to push her into talking before she was ready, demanding explanations when all she wanted was somewhere safe to fall apart.
She wouldn't do that to Harper.
Whatever was hurting her, Harper could tell her when she was ready. Until then, Sage would simply stay.
After a while, Harper pulled back and wiped her nose with a tissue. Her breathing gradually steadied, although her eyes remained red.
Then she looked at Sage with an expression of genuine distress.
"Be honest with me, babe. Do I look ugly when I cry? Because if I look this f*****g tragic, I might have to fake my own death and move to another country."
Sage stared at her before letting out an incredulous laugh. "You're so stupid."
"That's not an answer, you heartless bitch."
"You look like somebody who has been
