(Danica)
The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie.
I lay awake again, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the blinds like silver blades. My ribs still ached with every breath, the bruises from Kane’s hits a constant, dull throb that refused to let me forget how fragile this all was. But the deeper ache lived in my chest — in the memory of Caleb’s arms around me, his forehead pressed to mine, the raw honesty in his voice when he admitted he was breaking.
A soft knock sounded on my door.
I opened it without hesitation.
Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He looked exhausted — hair messy, shoulders tight, the captain’s mask slipping the moment the latch clicked. He crossed the room and pulled me gentl
