Abby Hansen

“I jerked instinctively. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't die in this closet.

"No one is going to touch you," Chase murmured into my hair.”
― Kristen Simmons, Article 5

“It was you," I say softly. "It's always you I think about."

The intensity in his gaze took my breath away. I could feel him. Every part of him. His soul was sewn to mine. His heated blood flowed through my veins. I'd thought that I had been close to my mother, and I was, but not like this. Chase and I barely touched- our hands, mouths, knees- but there was no part of me that was not his.”
― Kristen Simmons, Article 5

“The fear, momentarily paused, returned with full force, and in this frantic, baffled state I ran to him, and leapt into his arms.

He seemed surprised at first but soon was squeezing back.

"It's all right," he soothed. "No one's hurt. You're okay."

His words sliced through me, and for the first time since he'd taken me from school, I knew the truth about us: I could not be okay if he was not okay. Pain, nightmares, fighting- all of it aside- he was a part of me.”
― kristen simmons, Article 5

“I promise I'll come back. No matter what happens." Though his voice was only a whisper, there was a fierceness behind it. I believed him completely.

"I'll wait for you," I told him.”
― Kristen Simmons, Article 5