**Paige’s POV **

Callen’s home. He’s right here, looking as if nothing ever happened, but it still doesn’t feel real.

He’s sitting beside me on the couch, his thumb tracing lazy circles against the inside of my wrist like he’s been doing it for years. Like he didn’t almost die. Like I haven’t spent every day since replaying the moment I thought I’d lost him for good.

I rest my head against his shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. It’s ...