Olivia reaches out, gently pulling my hair free, bringing my hand down to my lap, where she slowly twines her fingers with mine. “Okay?” she asks on a whisper. I stare down at her hand in mine, so tiny, so soft, so fucking warm. Then she gives me a tender smile, and just like that, the frantic race of my heart slows to a steady gallop, the tension in my shoulders dissolving. “Okay.”
