EMBER’S POV

She laughs too, although hers fades into a breath as she reaches down to pull the blanket higher over her feet. The small movement costs her enough that my smile slips a little.

She catches me looking.

“Come and sit with me before you start worrying again.” Her expression softens. “I’ve missed you.”

For her sake, I force my smile to brighten, putting on a brave front.

“I missed you too. Unfortunately for you, that probably means I’m going to be worse.”

I pull the chair closer.

So I drag the stool over and sit, close enough that my knees bump the wheel of her chair, and for...