Sophia’s P.O.V

Nathan’s coat was warm around me, even though my hands were still trembling so badly I could hardly hold it closed. He kept one arm steady on my shoulders, guiding me toward the flashing lights outside where the paramedics were already setting up. I heard him mutter under his breath, “Just hold on, Sophia, just a little longer,” over and over again.

 “I’m fine, Nathan… I’m really fine,” I whispered back, my voice shaky, though we both knew he ...