He paused. Swallowed. “He should be here, Prisca. He should be right here. With us.” His voice was hoarse, and I nodded, just letting him talk. “The hurt will come later. When I have to—” His voice broke now. “When I have to tell Sybella he’s not coming home. That she’s all alone now. And I didn’t do what I was supposed to. I didn’t bring him back alive.”
