Techie’s shoulders shake and his skinny frame is wracked with full-body heaves as he sobs, feeling lower than dirt, more hopeless than he ever has before. But Sarah’s hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles as she whispers words of comfort, is his lifeline. She tells him, “It hurts now but things will get better.” Techie clings to her words, to her, and knows this to be true.