“Donnelly?” he calls out as wind whips through this dead-end. I approach, just as he says, “Luna—” “I’m gonna get her. I promise you.” Lo has no clue I’ve broken every promise I’ve ever made to him, but this one, I can’t break. Because this is the promise that will break me if I do. A shred of hope is in his amber eyes—hope that I’ve ignited, hope I can’t let extinguish—and the paramedics close the doors on him. The last thing of Loren Hale I see is his hope in me.
