Caroline lay on her side with her eyes open, staring at the faint line of light leaking through the curtains.
The apartment was silent as any other night. It should have calmed her. It didn't.
Because her mind was loud.
Her body stayed tight—shoulders stiff, jaw clenched, fingers curled in the sheet. Every tiny sound made her heart jump like she was still inside the car.
A couple of days had passed since the crash. The bruises were fading, but the fear wasn't.
She shifted again. The mattress sighed.
Beside her, Thorne's breathing changed.
“You're awake," he noted quietly.
“I'm trying not to be," she murmured bitterly.
It was frustrating to feel tired and not be able to relax.
His arm slid around her waist—slow, steady. He pulled her back until her spine rested against his chest.
