C160 we’re trusting him?

Next morning, Amara got ready first, and then she got Vaughn ready.

Vaughn sat on the edge of his bed, his small frame appearing smaller still, as if the trauma had hollowed him out, leaving only a fragile shell.

With every soft tug of his shirt, each gentle stroke of his hair, Amara tried to reach him, hoping for even a flicker of the spark he used to have