She whimpers. A broken sound, half sob, half plea. And it shatters me. Because I know that sound. I know it too fucking well. My spine locks. My thumb slips off the remote. “No…” I whisper. A raw cry tears from her throat as her body arches. “Conan.” It’s not a whimper. It’s a prayer. And I feel it like a bullet to the chest. “No. No, no, no, no.”
