JASON
When they finally came out, Lori was swaddled in oversized hoodie and the fluffiest sweatpants, her face wiped clean and skin glowing. Her hair was damp and combed back, and her feet shuffled over the floor like she didn’t really know where she was going.
She saw me. Her eyes locked on mine like I was gravity. I stepped forward. She walked straight into my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her again, pressing my face into her hair. She smelled like vanilla lotion. Her heartbeat skittered against my ribs. Her fingers bunched in the hem of my sleeve again. Every breath she took was a little longer than the last.
Reed pushed a plate into my hand. “She should eat. Toast and eggs. That’s, like, soft food, right?”
“She’ll eat if she wants to,” I said.
“She’ll want to,” Evie muttered,
