Chapter 18
In the dark, pain is distant. Physical pain is hidden behind the sighs of spiders spinning webs in dark branches and emotional pain is a ghost pulling at your uncovered feet when you turn in your bed.
Seton lay with me and both our aches felt closer and more insistent than the weaving of a web or the wandering of a specter. Both of us ached in each other’s arms. I felt him pull me tighter when I sighed and I clung to him when he emitted a soft gasp. Exhaustion was the ghost here, and though we both yearned to yield to its haunting, being in bed together for the first time was more alluring and our sleepy senses were sharply aware of each other’s bodies. Close, closer, so close, and so complete. Could this completion heal the damage done to us? Neither of us could tell. Instead
