He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.
I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.