Claire Danes’s POV
The room is quiet now, though my heart is still thundering in my chest in the darkness. Daniel is curled into Jeremy’s arms, his small body rising and falling with every controlled breath Jeremy forces into him. I watch them, and something inside me aches. I’ve never known that kind of protection.
Never had someone’s arms feel like they could shield me from the world, let alone from my own fears. My father… he was never like that. When my mother died, and he remarried, he seemed to grow colder and withdrew from me. But I know he was full of warmth because he showered his affection on his new wife’s two children and the one that followed.
Basically, I grew up feeling like I had been adopted into my own home.
Here, in this room, with Jeremy holding his son, I feel a s
