Riley:
The door cracked open, and cold air punched me in the face.
Jet fuel. Wet asphalt. A chemical bite that cut through the stale plane air still clinging to my throat. For hours we'd been sealed in that cabin, Cade and I sitting on opposite ends of silence that still hummed in my skin.
Now the night rushed in, sharp and new.
I followed him down the steps, slower, my body stiff from hours of not moving. My arms stayed locked tight across my chest. It wasn't for warmth.
Logan was waiting at the bottom. Hands shoved in his jacket pockets, rain glossing the fabric. Calm. Solid. The kind of stillness that made everyone else settle down, whether they wanted to or not.
His eyes flicked from Cade to me. Just once. He saw it — the stiffness in Cade's shoulders, the way I hugged myself —
