“If anyone can survive it, it will be you,” he tells me firmly. Courage catches like a bonfire in my chest. “Fight, Meryn. Win. Find Saela and come back to me.” “I will. I—I love you, Lee.” “I love you, too,” he says, reaching out to cup my cheek gently. We’ve said the words to each other before, but today they sound different. Today, I love you sounds an awful lot like goodbye.
