Chapter 120

Nora POV

I think I imagined it.

That is my first thought when my heartbeat finally slows enough for my brain to catch up with the moment. I have been sitting here too long, talking to a man who cannot answer me, clinging to hope like it is oxygen. Of course my mind would manufacture a response. Of course it would give me what I am begging for.

David's fingers curl around mine again, the pressure faint but unmistakable this time, and I lift my head slowly from where it has been resting against his knuckles, my breath catching hard in my throat as I stare down at our joined hands.

His fingers twitch, then squeeze with just enough strength to send a sharp, electric jolt through my entire body. I raise my head fully now, my eyes locking onto his face. His eyelids flutter once, twice, and then they open slowly and labor