“Look at me, Liz.” Cupping her face between my hands, I pulled her close. “Open your eyes and look at me.” Reluctantly, she did. Pale, sunken eyes that seemed to be void of life stared back at me. “Where am I?” I asked in a steady tone, keeping my eyes trained on her. “Right here and now. Where am I?” “You’re here,” she strangled out through heaving sobs. “And who am I here with?” I continued, keeping a firm hold of her face. “Hmm?” “You’re here with m-me.” “I’m here with you,” I confirmed, stroking her tearstained cheek with my thumb. “And what am I not going to do?” She hiccupped a sob
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