POV: ELI / BRIGAILThree months later.His fingers stilled on the round, raised edge of skin just below her breast.He made himself breathe through it. It's only a scar. She's here. She's fine.She turned toward him and worked her fingers through his hair, slow and deliberate, the way she did when she knew he was in his head."I hate this," he said."I know. You've told me approximately a million times.""Pam knows a surgeon.""I want to keep it." She touched it herself, lightly. "It's my Purple Heart."He looked at her in the dark. "It's the night I failed to protect you.""It's the night you came through a door alone and unarmed because every second counted," she said. "Which one of us is right?"He didn't answer. He ran his thumb along the edge of the scar instead, as gently as he knew how.The first time they made love after the accident, he had been so careful with her that she told him to stop treating her like she was made of glass. He had taken mild offense to that. No one had
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