Chasing Foxtails

I continued to cry into the tattered handkerchief, not caring about the several sets of footsteps that crunched by until one stopped beside me, and a comforting hand landed on my shoulder. I wiped my face furiously and glanced up, surprised to see it was Oliver who came to greet me.

"You'll get through it, Lennox," he said with a lopsided grin. His voice was a far cry from the commandeering tone he usually took on. "You always do."