She lay falling into her loss. Pinned by the weight of her grief. How could she get up now? How could she bear it? Kaine. Her eyes snapped open, and she clawed at her throat, trying to push back the sedation, fumes filling her lungs. She’d told him she’d be waiting for him. If she didn’t go back, he’d return to find a mess of hastily assembled explosives and her scrawled note. I love you. I love you. I love you. She forced herself up. She wasn’t going to die. She wouldn’t leave him behind. She had to go back.
