I’m nestled in Malcolm’s arms. Everything is warm and safe here, just as I wished for. A breeze flutters the curtains. The night outside the bedroom window is quiet except for an occasional cricket or dog bark.
I should sleep, but my mind whirls. I struggle to piece together everything I know and test it against everything I believe, but the gaps between the two are vast.
“What are you thinking about?” Malcolm’s voice is a low rumble beneath me. The sound is rich and warm, and his breath chases those wayward strands of hair across my forehead.
“You’re awake?” It’s an inane sort of question, but he only laughs.
“Your thoughts are so loud that I’m surprised the entire neighborhood isn’t awake.”
I sigh. “Sorry. I’m just trying to pull everything together.”
“I figured as much.” His finge
