FINNIAN

The night clung to us like it carried our secrets. The moon watched from above, brighter than it should be, almost as if it wanted to expose what had no right to be seen. I could hear her breathing behind me, soft, shaky. It was the kind of sound that made my chest tighten and my thoughts grow darker.

The drink in my hand burned all the way down, heat spreading through my veins until it felt like it was fighting against the cold I’d forced inside myself for years.

I wanted to pull ...