I don't know how, she thought, but his arms were around her, holding her tightly, and everything inside her let go. She found herself holding onto him almost desperately, and she sobbed once.
Tears dampened his jacket. "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to let go. He's supposed to be here, not... not..." She stifled another sob. "He hates being cold..."
Something in her knew she wasn't making sense, but she couldn't help it, not now. She'd been trying so hard all day to keep it together, but here was Peter telling her it was okay to let go, and it felt like a floodgate of grief opening, pouring out onto the ground.