The Afterthought

ROWAN’S POV

“He’s alive,” I say into his chest. “Surgery went well. He’s in a coma, but he’s alive.”

“I knew he would. You gave him his miracle.” His mouth is in my hair, and his voice is the low, rough, private register that he uses only when we’re alone or close enough to alone that the distinction doesn’t matter. “How are you?”

“I’m standing. That’s about all I’ve got right now.”

“That’s enough