For a moment, neither of them moved. She could feel his heart pounding against her shoulder, his breath warm against her temple.

Slowly, his hold loosened, but he didn’t step away. Not yet.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice rough with worry.

Sarah nodded, but the guilt pressed against her ribs, making it hard to breathe. He shouldn’t have to ask. He shouldn’t have to worry. She was the one who left him.

She turned her face away.

The silence stretched between them as they ...