I curl my body, molding myself to her as I nuzzle just below her ear. I can feel her fingers sliding over my shoulders, up into my hair to card through the strands, and I think to myself that at this moment I feel more right than I ever have. Keyanna has insisted over and over that everything will be okay, that we’ll beat this—but I’m realizing that it’s only with her in my arms that I can almost believe it.
