I breathe him in. I breathe my anxiety out. I breathe him in. I breathe my doubt out. I breathe him in. I breathe my fears out. Because with Bash at my side, nothing feels as terrifying. “I’m never going to run again, okay?” I say, hoping he understands what I mean. I feel his head nod against the tops of my thighs. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”
