His wild and panicked eyes find mine, and my heart splinters. I crawl up on the bed beside him and grab his face. “Shhh, Ronan,” I whisper. “It’s okay. Just look at me. Only me.” To everyone’s surprise, my words seem to soothe him. So, I keep repeating them, stroking his face beneath my fingers. He never takes his eyes off me. “Do you trust me?” I ask him. He nods.
