Dipped in Honey

HAZEL

The sunset is orange. It's warm and ridiculously bright, spilling over the buildings until everything around us looks like it has been dipped in honey.

And somehow, it is perfect.

I sit cross-legged on a blanket spread across the hospital rooftop garden, a paper plate balanced on my knee. Levi is beside me, carefully removing tomatoes from his sandwich. Logan lies on his stomach with