AMELIA POV

We slide between the sheets—naked, and suddenly the weight of tomorrow crashes over us again.

"Amelia." His voice is rough.

I turn to face him.

"If something happens to me…"

"No." I press my fingers to his lips. "We're not doing this."

"We have to." He gently moves my hand. "If something goes wrong tomorrow, I need you to promise me something."

Tears are already burning my eyes. "Daniel…"

"Promise me you'll keep living." His hand cups my face. "Build the life you ...