Amber
After I’d cried until my throat burned and my body sagged from exhaustion, I tried to catch my breath. My chest trembled with every inhale, and I could feel how swollen my eyes had become — sore, heavy, sticky from all the tears. There was no dignity left in me. No strength either. Only silence, grief, and the soft sound of the cab’s tires rolling over wet pavement.
I stayed curled up in Ian’s arms longer than I should have. But eventually, I forced myself to move.
Steeling myself, I pulled away from his embrace, dragging my body back against the seat and shifting so that there was at least a few inches of space between us. I didn’t want to. I hated the sudden coldness that replaced his warmth. But I needed it. I needed to be able to breathe again.
I didn’t look at him right away
