Kyle moved to close the distance between them, pulling her into his arms and holding her there. He rested his cheek on her head, breathing silently into the moment and wanting to stay there forever. Temporary phones and James Memon and all that shit could wait.

"I'm fine," he murmured finally, still not letting her go, staring past her to the blank front of the refrigerator. "Promise me you'll come back after all of this."