“I hurt you, Han. I hurt you,” Baker says, her body convulsing. The sobs burst out of Hannah’s throat. “Yeah,” she cries, choking on the word, hating that she needs to release it. “Yeah, you did. You hurt me. You really hurt me.” Baker’s face contorts with anguish. Her chin trembles; her mouth gasps around shuddering breaths. Her eyes bleed with agony. “I’m so—” she heaves. “I’m so—” “But Baker,” Hannah says, touching a hand to her tears, “you also saved me.”
