Vi isn’t great at regulating her emotions. She’s not uncontrollable, but she’s never quite learned to “deal” with a lot of them. And yet, when Cait’s voice softens and she steps closer, she feels so much of it disípate. She even can’t help placing her hands gently at Cait’s waist almost on instinct.

And then… what?

The silence that hangs between them after Cait’s words is distracting. She’s not even sure she heard that right.

“You’ve… what?”