Pain flares.
Ignore it.
Because something else is louder.
The way she moves.
The way she looks at Dylan.
The way she holds everything together when she should be falling apart.
Yeah.
That’s the problem.
Because I see it now.
Clearer than I want to.
And I don’t know how to stop it.
“Don’t,” I mutter under my breath.
“Don’t what?” Wolf asks.
“Nothing.”
But it’s not nothing.
Not anymore.