“Eli?” “Yeah, baby…” “I love you. Can you tell Kyrin, too?” Silence. I know this trick. I remember it from my training, and not once did I ever get out. “You can tell him when we get to you.” Eli is in a closed room, no more gunshots firing off in the background. His tone is calm, serene, as if he knows he’s going to see me again. He won’t.
