"Timing was never her gift."
After Eli's quiet affirmation that she'd never been broken, Silver didn't know how long they sat in that charged silence. Her pulse had finally settled into something calm, the perpetual anxiety that usually hummed beneath her thoughts temporarily quiet. For the first time in months, she wasn't mentally cataloguing her failures or obsessing over what she'd lost.
Just him. Just this moment.
Eli's expression had shifted to something unguarded. Not pity, which she'd learned to recognize and hate. Something steadier, safer. The kind of look that suggested he saw her clearly and wasn't going anywhere.
She didn't move, and neither did he.