Before You Let Go
I found Caelan on the couch in the basement, one arm over his eyes, still in his hoodie.
Rafi was asleep on the other couch, mouth open.
I crouched beside Caelan.
“Caelan,” I whispered.
He stirred. “What?”
“It’s me.”
He moved his arm and blinked at me, half-asleep. “Lyra?”
“Sorry. I just…” My voice shook, which was humiliating. “I had a nightmare.”
His face changed.
Not teasing.
Not irritated.
Just awake.
“About what?”
I swallowed.
“You,” I admitted.