Forward, I went. The threat of the future not quite so frightening. Forward. I could do this. I could do this. I could— I spoke. “Thank you,” the words stuttered out, shy and tentative, hidden safe against the soft skin of his throat as I held on tight and let him take some of the weight from my shoulders. “Thank you, Trent.” I moved forward. It was barely an inch, but that was enough.
