The Passenger Seat

Kaelen’s POV

Sloane looked like she was about to cry again, so I opened my arms.

She didn’t waste a second. She threw herself at me and hugged me tightly—the same way she used to when I left for good back then. I let out a deep breath and patted her back awkwardly.

I wasn’t used to gestures like this. Physical affection had never come naturally to me.

Still, in a strange way, it comforted me too.