has an epiphany in the silky grey dawn while she’s curled up in his arms, her cold feet shoved between his shins and his fine stubble grazing her brow.

Maybe it’s not an epiphany. Maybe part of her has always known this. Maybe it’s been hidden in her most secret depths, her hideaway for the things she pretends not to know.

No what matter it is, she can’t stop herself from reaching up to stroke his face. He wakes in an instant, those green eyes lighting her on fire. And then she tells him.

“We’re going to make it.”