My fearless, daring sister is afraid. Because this was not her choosing. I’m about to go to her, but I stop. Ryke has already reached the couch, and when her gaze trains on him fully, her face begins to break in slow, liberating relief. “Hey,” he says, gauging her state. “Hey.” Her eyes fill with tears. “Dais, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He brings her to her feet, and her legs quake. She nods repeatedly, trying to believe it herself.
