Kai is no longer afraid.
She can walk in the light.
She dons clothes instead of going bare.
She slept in my bed.
And her body is hers again.
She’s healed. There are still fragile parts, pieces that will take longer to fit back into her body. Pieces that still appear broken and can’t be fixed in a single night. But she doesn’t need me anymore. She’s healing on her own.
There is no denying she isn’t broken. The shattered pieces of her icy cage are being put back up, but this time, she let me in first.
It was the one thing she shouldn’t have done—trust me.
Healing her broke me in ways I wasn’t expecting. She’s no longer shattered, but I am. Because as much as I want to pretend it’s better that she’s healed, it’s not. I know what darkness comes next, even if I don’t want to fac
