“Trapped isn’t the right word,” I decide, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to recreate the sensation of Chris’ hug. “It’s like a weighted blanket. Steady, gentle pressure.” “Secure,” Sloane says. “He makes you feel secure.” “Security doesn’t feel like this, Sloane.” “Yes, it does, Mal. It feels exactly like this. But when you’re used to not having it, when you’ve gone so long without it, security feels like…” she trails off, and I turn to look at her. I can tell she felt it, too. When it became clear that she was in love with Nic, she must have felt this same panic, doubt, and fear. “It
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