Zoe took a long deep breath and blew it all out slowly. Well, she wasn't crying, that was something. And Liz kissed her head, that was something, too. One of Zoe's arms crept round and held onto Liz, and once she was holding she didn't want to let go. And Liz would hold her for as long as Zoe needed, Zoe knew that, and the long, silent hug didn't make the pain go away but Zoe didn't want to let go, either, even if it wasn't fixing everything. It was still doing something, even if Zoe couldn't explain exactly what. "My stomach hurts like I've been kicked there," she said, after a long time. "Every time I think about him."