Nevara
Noah didn’t let go of me, not even after the door closed and the last set of footsteps faded down the corridor. His arms stayed wrapped around my neck, his small body pressed tight against mine like he was anchoring himself to something that couldn’t be taken away again.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” he said, his voice muffled against my shoulder.
My chest tightened in a way that made it hard to answer without breaking something open.
“I was always coming,” I said quietly, smoothing my hand over the back of his head. “Always.”
He shifted just enough to look at me, searching my face with that earnest, unguarded trust that made everything in this situation feel ten times heavier than it already was.
“Are we going home now?”
The question landed harder than any threat Brent had
