KATHERINE POV
I was touched by my mates. No one had ever done something just for me.
My dad, my aunt. That was all.
Even the friends I made in med school were spending time with me just to get their hands on my notes. Or to see how much better than mine theirs were.
And yet there were my mates, adjusting to the same truth I was—and handling it better than me. Sure, they had a hard time at the beginning, but Keegan held me, without batting an eyelid, grounding my thoughts with the weight of his arms and the steadiness of his breath.
He had this uncanny way of making silence feel like safety. When the panic started to climb in my chest and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking, he didn’t tell me to calm down—he just pulled me into his lap, settled one big hand on the back of my head, and breat
