I led Colin back home.
All the way there, he clung to me like a koala, whimpering nonstop about how much he hurt.
This spot ached, that spot felt off, he had a whole list of complaints.
I knew perfectly well he was overexaggerating, but I let him ham it up as much as he wanted.
When I pulled his shirt off and saw the huge, dark purple bruise blooming across his shoulder blade, my chest tightened with a sharp, undeniable pang of worry.
"Baby, I'm not actually hurt, I was messing with you." Colin laced his fingers through mine, turning his head to flash me a grin.
The movement must have pulled a strained muscle, though, because I caught the tiny, almost imperceptible twitch of his lips.
I swiped at the wetness in my eyes. "I'm grieving over my photos. We spent all day shooting them, a
