I'm stunned at to begin with, not exactly accepting what my eyes are seeing. Is it accurate to say that she is touching my Olly? My stomach grasps. I'm being pressed around the center by a mammoth hand. My organs are dislodged until the point that I feel wrong inside my own particular skin. I let the blind fall and duck far from the window. I feel like a Peeping Tom. My mother's words returned to me. I don't need you to have a broken heart. She realized what might happen.