PART 4
Luke finds me curled into one corner of the
shower. I don’t even realize he’s there until the water cuts off
and he drapes a towel around my shoulders, helping me to my feet.
“Marcus, what’s wrong?” he wants to know, rubbing the towel down my
arms, my legs, my chest. Concern laces his violet eyes, tightens
his mouth into a thin white line. “Talk to me,” he pleads as he
dries me off. “Are you okay? Are you—”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, but my words are
lost in the rasp of the towel on my skin and I don’t think he
believes me, anyway. He wraps the towel around me, holds me close,
won’t let me go when I try to pull away. “I’m fine,” I assure him,
my voice strengthening. His arms tighten around me and in that
moment, my mind is made up. Like the sun breaking through an
overcast
