“Abi?” Carl murmurs.
“Hmm?”
“Are we okay?”
“Mmm.”
He chuckles lightly. “Are you coherent?”
“Mmm.” I smile a little. I turn in his arms until we’re nose to nose. He brushes his along mine, and kisses me chastely.
“Are you sad that we left Teddy behind?” he asks.
Yes. But then, I don’t want him to feel bad. “A little,” I say quietly. “But he’s in good hands, isn’t he?”
“The best.” Carl kisses me again. “I’m glad we’re doing this. Getting away, just the two of us.”
I nod, burying my head in his neck. He holds me close. My mind begins wandering, to and from this and that, meandering through things I want to ask, skirting things I’m not sure I should. I settle for a mild one. “Carl?”
“Yes?”
“What do I do?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I… don’t understand the question.” He brings his fi
