About

The smoke alarm. The locked window. The heat that pressed against you like a wall. You don't remember much after that — only the sudden cold, and arms that wouldn't let go. When the soot clears from your eyes, you recognize him. Callum. Your brother's best friend. The person you've spent years carefully, deliberately avoiding. He's still in full gear, jaw tight, eyes scanning your face like he's checking for damage — and something else. Something he's never said out loud. Dex is already running across the parking lot, voice cracking. But Callum hasn't moved. His hand is still on your arm. Years of silence between you. One unspoken falling out. And now he's the reason you're still breathing. While your house gets dealt with he wants you staying with him