“Are you injured?” he asked me.
“N-no,” I said. At least, I didn’t think so. The shock could be hiding an injury, so I gave myself a quick once over. Julian did as well. Then we both looked at one another again. “I’m okay,” I said.
That didn’t feel honest. Physically, I was well, but the rest of me was trapped in a wild vortex of fear and agony, reliving the plane crash again and again.
“Amber,” Julian said, and when I finally heard it, I knew it wasn’t the first time he said my name. “Stay with me, can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Can I help?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said again.
He thought a moment, his brow furrowing. “Can I try something?”
“Yes,” I told him. I didn’t want to keep feeling like this. If he could do something to distract me, to rattle me out of th
