He turned away, and Helena’s resolve shattered. Her hand darted out, catching hold of his coat to stop him. Her body was shaking but she couldn’t let go. She gripped harder. She didn’t want to be alone; she couldn’t bear it. His hand rose, resting on her shoulder, and that was all it took. She crumpled, huddling closer. She could barely feel his fingers on her arm, but breathing no longer felt like a rope burn dragged through her lungs. She dropped her head against his chest.
