Isabella

Horace opened the door, and I leapt forward. My body crashed against Em’s. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face against his chest. The sound of his beating heart and the sensation of his arms holding my body against his calmed my spiked blood pressure. “You’re alive,” I managed to say through a new shower of tears.

Em cupped my cheeks and brought our lips together. Warmth radiated through my body from my head to my toes. It was the ...