“Do you want to see Rose and Charlotte again?” I kept my voice polite as my head began throbbing in time with my pulse. George pressed his lips together and nodded. “Then why are you still here?” I asked, feeling wetness dripping onto my upper lip. I needed to help him faster. He was staying too close for too long. “I don’t think I’m going to where they are,” he told me honestly, his eyes filling with pain. My own heart ached for him; I could feel how much he wanted to see his family again. I wiped at my nose, blood smearing across my hand. “Do you regret the things you did?” I asked, gently
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