“Her plane exploded.” His chest rises and falls. Mine rises and falls. I’m still breathing. I’m still just barely breathing. “The jet was on the ground at the time,” Nash continues quietly. “Avery wasn’t in it, but she was close enough to get caught in the blast.” “No.” I will not let this be true. “Libby—” “Absolutely, positively not.” I wrench my head from his hands—or at least, I try to, but he won’t let me go.
