My voice chokes at the word, and I pinch the bridge of my nose to stop from breaking down and crying. I rarely ever fucking cry. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve shed a fucking tear. There’s a long pause before Connor asks, “Is she alive?” The question sends me to my fucking knees. I breathe heavily, no amount of training preparing me for this agony. I shake my head and I say, “I don’t…I don’t know.” I could have been carrying a girl without a pulse for three miles. I didn’t check. I just ran.
OMG
