Caden’s POV
Amara finally pulled away from my embrace, wiping at her tear-streaked face. She looked so fragile, and yet there was an undeniable strength in the way she squared her shoulders, even as her lips quivered.
"I don’t know what to do anymore, Caden," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I think I’m okay, something happens, and I feel like I’m drowning all over again."
I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to do anything right now. Just breathe. Take it one moment at a time.”
She let out a shaky laugh, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “Why are you so perfect?”
“Perfect?” I snorted, trying to lighten the mood. “Far from it, sweetheart. I’m just a guy trying to keep you from fallin
