Zoe stepped quietly into the room, walking as if the floor were made of glass. She approached Celina, who was sleeping curled against Thor, her body pressed to his as if that closeness were the only thing holding her together.

“Hey…,” Zoe whispered gently, touching her shoulder. “Celina… wake up, honey… wake up.”

Celina blinked slowly, as if waking from a dream where she had finally been safe. She looked at Thor, pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, carefully sat up, and stood. Zoe took her han