Noah murmured some nonsense and kissed Cole’s hand. A moment later, he snored, boneless in Cole’s trembling hold. Cole waited, counting the seconds and then the minutes as he stared at their bedroom wall, not blinking. If he blinked, if he closed his eyes for even a moment, he’d see the grave again. The woods. The lake. He lifted his hand, staring at his palm. He could still feel the paper crane tickling his skin.
