I feel his hand close around mine, it's warm and firm.
"Hey," he repeats more gently.
I look at him but everything feels too loud in my chest and my heart is racing like something is chasing me.
Aaron squeezes my hands between his.
"Look at me."
I try but my vision wobbles slightly.
"Breathe," he says.
"I am breathing."
"No. You're panicking."
"I'm not..."
"You are."
Marcus glances at us briefly through the rearview mirror as Aaron leans slightly closer to me.
"It's okay."
I shake my head.
"It's the bridge."
"I know."
"It's the same place."
"I know El."
My fingers tighten around his instinctively.
"I thought we were going to die here."
His grip on my hands tightens slightly.
"But you didn't."
My chest rises sharply.
"I can still hear the metal scraping."
"I know."
"I keep thinking someone's going to start coming at us again."
"They're not."
He nods toward the windshield.
"Look."
