"No, it wasn't," he murmured, lifting a hand to cradle the back of her head, his fingers sliding into her hair.

"There's nothing to do here but move forward," he said, needing to hear the words as much as he needed to say them. They were both so tethered to the past, and while he no longer wanted to raze it to the ground, there were certain things he needed to let go of, if he ever hoped to live.