Verity's POV

The shrine felt too small suddenly. Too quiet. Caleb stood there with his face twisted in pain and grief and something in me couldn't stand to see him like that. Without thinking I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.

He went rigid for a second like he wasn't expecting it. Then his whole body sagged and his arms came around me so tightly I could barely breathe. His face pressed into my shoulder and I felt his chest heave with silent sobs.

I held him while he fell ...