“I need help.” I whispered. The words were cool in my mouth. My skin felt feverish, my tears were scalding as they streamed down my cheeks to his fingers that held me. Everything hurt. Except the words. “Help me,” I said, swallowing it like cool, clear water in the desert. “Please. Help me.” Theo’s hands spread wide on my face. His eyes shone. “I will,” he said. “I’m here and I’ll help you.”
