ALEX.
Derek arrived just as the sun dipped lower in the sky, the street washed in soft orange light. When I stepped outside and saw him leaning against the car, I felt my heart tighten and loosen at the same time.
“Hey,” he said gently, opening his arms.
I hesitated for half a second before stepping into the hug. He held me like he used to—firm, familiar and almost comforting. His hand rubbed slow circles on my back, and for a moment, I let myself breathe.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “It’s okay. I’ve got you now.”
Those words landed softly and yet dangerously in my mind. I nodded against his chest even though something inside me whispered caution.
We got into the car, and as he drove, he kept glancing at me like he was making sure I hadn’t disappeared.
“You look tired,” he said.
