He reeled her back in by putting her hand on his chest. He brought her in close by making her touch him. He anchors her to this world. He soothes her rage and her fear. Evan is sweet, but ultimately, distant. He always has been. Her mother was never the most affectionate at the best of times. And her father, well, she can't ever think of him the same way again.

She literally has no one but him. And he's good for her. She knows that as surely as she knows she can't stay. He makes her think, he challenges her, he's there for her when she stumbles.

"Truce," she murmurs, looking down at his hands in hers. "I've been so wrapped up fighting my own problems, sometimes I forget -- you're not the enemy."