“Tell Brant…” I inhale a slow, shuddering breath. My teeth are still chattering as I force out words. “Tell him…it’s okay.” Darkness whispers down my neck, eager to swallow me whole, but I force it away. I fight it. I drown it out before it drowns me because I need to purge before I plummet. “You have to tell him…June…it’s okay.”
