Aurora’s P.O.V

Caleb lay beside me, his warmth a quiet comfort against the cool sheets. The dim light from my bedside lamp cast soft shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the furrow of his brows. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite name—something between concern and hesitation, like he was weighing his words before he spoke. 

“Are you okay now?” he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was afraid to ...