“In about two days.” Her hand flies to her throat, face contorted in pain, as she rocks back as though I’ve struck her. Her reaction is visceral. It’s hard to watch. And I put her out of her misery quickly. “I won’t take Milo with me.” Her shoulders sag as an audible rush of air breezes from her lips, relief personified. “Thank you.” I grimace because she might not be thanking me after what comes next. “For now.”
