Before I can think better of it, I reach out and wrap my hand around hers.
Warm skin against cold fingers.
She freezes instantly.
Slowly looks up at me.
Too close.
Way too close.
“You did good,” I say quietly.
Her throat moves as she swallows. “I almost lost that little boy.”
“But you didn’t.”
“That doesn’t mean I—”
“It means he’s breathing.”
The wind howls around us.
Nobody else speaks nearby.
For one strange second, it feels like the entire world narrowed down to her eyes locked on mine.
“You did good,” I repeat.
Something softens in her expression.
Not much.
Just enough to notice.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Neither of us lets go.
That’s the problem.
My thumb shifts slightly against the back of her hand before I can stop it.
Her breath catches.
Mine nearly does too.
“Olivia.”
Her name comes out rough.
Different this time.
She looks at me like she heard it too.
“You’re shaking,” I murmur.
“I’m fine.”
