I threw myself into his arms as relief crashed through me at finding him alive, unsure when exactly I’d gone from not only forgiving him, but to actually caring about him so deeply. My body shuddered as the weight of knowing he was okay tangled with the suffocating grief of losing Diego. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed as he held me. “It’s not your fault,” he swore, clutching me tighter. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said breathlessly and he nuzzled into my head. “You too,” he whispered against my cheek as more tears escaped me.
