He closed his eyes tightly and swallowed around the lump in his throat.
Mums hugged her tightly, too emotional to speak.
He was tightly wrapped in black fabric, his head towards the ocean.
Katie touched the roots ensnaring the sleeping woman's ankle. The mess baffled her, as if the roots themselves had reached out to grab Deidre's ankles instead of her slipping and stumbling into them. The gnarly roots were twisted and thick, wrapped too tightly for her to pry them apart.