NORA

For a moment, Caleb did not move.

I had imagined this part more times than I wanted to admit. Sometimes he walked straight past me. Sometimes he asked where I had been before I had the chance to explain. In one version, he told me to leave, and I stood there pretending I had not expected it.

None of those versions prepared me for the way his arms settled around me after his keys hit the floor.

He held me without speaking. One hand rested against the back of my head, while the other pressed into my waist as though he needed to make sure I was really there....