“Just live, Helena.” His voice was shaking. “That’s all I’m asking you to do for me.” Helena gave a low sob, lungs whistling as she fought to breathe. “I can’t promise that. You know I can’t promise that. But I can’t risk what you’ll do if I die.” He kissed her. She could taste the plea on his lips. “I’m sorry,” she kept saying again and again, “I’m sorry I did this to you.”
