The room in Lena’s apartment was small but quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a single bedside lamp. David lay on his back, one arm behind his head, the other wrapped around Micah as she curled against his side. Her head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing slow circles over his heart. The rain had long stopped, leaving only the faint sound of distant traffic filtering through the window.
David turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair. “You still awake?”
Micah nodded against him. “Can’t sleep.”
He shifted so he could look at her face. Her eyes were open, soft and searching in the dim light. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.
“You’re safe now,” he said quietly. “I’ve got you.”
Micah’s lips curved in a small, tired smile. “I know.”
He cupped her fa
