GARRETT POV
We were back on the beta floor, back in the familiar corridor that had never felt small before tonight, back under the dim warm lights that usually meant safety and routine and home, and yet nothing felt ordinary because she was walking beside me instead of a few steps ahead or behind, because she was pale but alive, because I could still remember the weight of her body going limp in my arms and the way my entire world had narrowed to the fragile flutter beneath her throat while I ran like a madman through blood and smoke and prayer.
Her things were still in the spare room next to mine, neatly stacked boxes that suddenly felt like a threat rather than a convenience, because the idea of her sleeping again in the room beside mine as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t nea
