Gloam made a soft noise in his throat and stroked his thumbs over my cheeks, his touch calming my frantically racing heart. He gently removed the duffle slung over my shoulder and dropped to his knees to unzip it with trembling fingers. I lowered myself on weak legs as he pulled out our notebook. Then he simply wrote, Adam, his normally elegant handwriting shaky. I sobbed and launched myself into his arms again, burying my face against his shoulder.
