That night I fell asleep curled up in Ethan's arms, his embrace wrapped around me so tightly that it almost felt like he was trying to hold me together. It wasn’t just the comfort of having him so close; it was the way he clung to me, like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip, I might slip away into the shadows of everything we had just survived. His breath was warm against the side of my neck, and every time I shifted a little in my sleep, his arms would tighten protectively around ...