Claus’s arms didn’t let go. His voice was low but echoed in Mia’s ears because of the closeness.

“If I’d been there… Mia, listen to me… I would have held you through every second. I would’ve kissed your tears, fought your guilt, and screamed until you believed it wasn’t your fault. I’d have loved you harder, not let you drown in blame.”

Mia’s breath hitched. Her hands hovered over his, torn between pushing him away and clinging to him.

“You don’t get it,” she ...