She blinked, sat up, and saw Chris in the bathroom doorway. He’d just gotten out the shower. His hair was damp, and he was dressed only in his briefs. The sight of his thin, boyish body – all ribs and elbows and knees – pulled at her heart, for he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was so small and fragile that she wondered how she could ever protect him, and renewed fear rose in her.
