“LILY!” Lo sees his wife on the concrete several feet beyond the rental car. Monroe and Frog are crouched around her unmoving body. The wind is knocked out of me, and I stagger back and slow to a deadened stop. This isn’t happening. This isn’t fucking happening. I whirl around, my world spinning three-sixty degrees. “The Keenes are coming,” Monroe tells Lo, right as he drops down to his wife. “Lily.” His voice is punctured, fractured…obliterated. “Lily, Lily.” “She’s still breathing,” Frog says shakily, but she staggers to a stance, her hands to her mouth while she sees Lo shatter completely.
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