[Tabitha’s POV]
A gentle, feather-soft brushing against my cheek rouses me from my blissful darkness, drawing me back to reality, where I find someone touching me. For a moment, I try to determine exactly what is going on until images of what I did right before passing out hit me.
Feeling a wave of shock run through me, I prepare to jump up and make a run for it until I hear the one beside me take in a shaky breath.
“You hit home earlier,” he murmurs, causing me to freeze entirely and keep my eyes closed. “Maybe I should have told you that you weren’t alone in your pain; then you wouldn’t have looked at me with those sad eyes.”
Feeling my heart squeeze, I find myself wondering exactly what Atticus is holding close to his heart, to the point where he only dared speak it when he thought
