Caleb and Tory stood arm to arm, looking out over the mountainside, talking within a silencing bubble of their own. They were facing the opposite direction to the way I’d come, so they probably had no idea I was here. That anyone was here. And something in my gut twisted like knotweed as Caleb dropped his arm over her shoulders and drew her close. Tory wasn’t a hugger. I knew that from first-hand experience of trying to get snuggles out of her, but the way she melted into him and rested her head to his chest had my lungs refusing to work.
