[CAMI]
With every step Zeke takes towards us, my body shudders. His fists are closed so tightly that his knuckles have gone white, his shoulders looking like they’re about to snap. I find myself leaning forward helplessly to get him to at least look at me.
Is he fine? I wonder. My eyes fall to the part of his torso where Claire’s knife cut him. He had barely registered the pain inflicted on his body. Maybe it was the effect of the fog, but—I know he was focused on holding onto me. He was protecting me. He did not want to let go.
The corners of my eyes begin to prick from fresh tears. I don’t know how much time has passed since we stepped into that bathroom, but I’d do anything to go back to that moment. The way he looked at me while he was inside me. The way his hands gripped like I wa
