Eve’s POV

I kept stealing short glances at him as we walked, afraid that if I looked too long I would ruin the moment. He carried the weight of everything we were facing, yet he still made sure I was steady enough to breathe and live with hope.

“Do you ever get a break?” I asked.

He turned to me with a half smile tugging at his lips. “Breaks are for people who think the world ever gives them reasons to rest.”

I laughed a shaky laugh. “I guess we are not those people ...