Sarah put her head into her hands and sobbed. Not a loud, attention-grabbing bawl or snotty, vocal crying. No. Crying was just that thing you do when an “oh fuck” just won’t cut it. In fact, if Sarah had ever been ask to describe what crying was, she may well have said “A wet ‘oh fuck’” but then become embarrassed about how strange that sounded, blushed and gone home to do some of the crying she had been asked to describe. She was used to crying. But in her entire 23 years, this was almost certainly the first time she had ever sobbed. She sobbed the kind of quiet, deep, gulping sob that only the truly wounded can. And she didn’t even really understand why...