exploding in my brain in graphic detail. I suffocate in a mushroom cloud of pain. I can’t breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut. White teeth flashing in his dark face: I get knocked down but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down. I stagger. But he didn’t get up, the bastard. He stayed down. With my spear in his back. How am I supposed to find my way each day without him here to help me? I don’t know what to do, how to make decisions. I can’t survive this grief! I stumble and go down on one knee. I clutch my head. Darroc is at my side, helping me stand. His arms are around me.
