“What?” He slowly lifts his eyes to mine, and I must be high. I must’ve hit my head in the field. This must be all a simulation or I’m in a coma. ‘Cause the look he’s giving me can’t exist. And very quietly, he says, “I’m sorry.” I just start shaking my head. His eyes flit up and down me. “I never…” “Never what?” I breathe. “I never thought you’d want to be saved from that.”
