Her breath fled from her lungs. The room abruptly too small, the cave walls closing in. She knew it. Of course she did. Still, to hear him say it aloud somehow made it more real. He took a step toward her. His face pained, the features she loved so much contorted in anguish. “We cannot win against these people. We’re building mud huts to stand against a tsunami. Like bows and arrows against tanks. What we can do—what we’ve done—it’s not enough. It won’t be enough.”
