Chapter Fifty-Nine

Beckett

She’s so small in my arms.

I forgot how that feels. The way she fits against me, the way her hair smells like that lavender stuff she uses in the shower. It hits me like a punch to the chest. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed her.

She’s shaking, her face buried in my chest, and all I can do is hold on. I don’t say a word. There’s nothing I could say that’d fix what’s been breaking between us.