“Leah?” Cyrus says, raising the flashlight. “Leah, are you—” I don’t let him finish the sentence; I rush up to him and wrap my arms tight around his body, one step short of crashing straight into him. He stiffens in surprise, but I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t even think past the relief melting through me, the warmth of his jacket and his breathing against my skin. He’s found me. He promised he’d find me and he did.
