You have to go, Adam. Please. I couldn’t lie—it hurt reading that just moments after what we’d done together. But I knew why he was saying it. He was worried for me. He was just trying to protect me. I don’t want to, I wrote back, scrambling for my discarded mask and shoving it on when my chin wavered. I didn’t want to leave him. I don’t want you to either, but you have to. I shook my head. What about you? I will be fine. I am not the one in immediate danger. You are. You must leave.
