(Dane)
Cassidy was in the kitchen when I got back from Ridge's section.
She looked up when I came in. Still in the oversized shirt she'd slept in, hair loose, coffee in hand. She looked better than she had last night. More herself.
"How was Ridge?" she asked.
"Good," I said. "Sarah almost walked."
"What?"
"Stood up on her own for about two seconds," I said. "Ridge is pretending it didn't happen."
Cassidy laughed.
I poured myself a coffee and sat across from her. She looked better than she had last night. More herself. I was glad about that. I was also still carrying something I didn't know what to do with yet.
She looked up.
"I'm fine Dane," she said.
"I know."
"You don't look like you know."
"I'm working on it," I said.
She picked up her cup and looked at me over the rim of
