then of what had happened to Jem, and everything for Tessa had gone white, as if she had been struck suddenly and hard across the face. They were words she had not heard in a long time, but half-expected always, and dreamed of sometimes in nightmares that left her bolting upright, fighting for air—“Jem,” “collapse,” “breathing,” “blood,” “Will,” “Will is with him,” “Will—” Of course Will was with him.
