Swallowing the hard swell of emotion clogging my throat, I say from the deepest, darkest part of me, “You. Left.” His eyes widen on mine when he hears the tremor in my rigid voice. “Way—” “I woke up, and I was alone,” I tell him slowly, unsteadily, “and I had no idea if-if you were—” I give a quick shake of my head as my voice breaks. “You got hurt. Someone fucking hit you, and there was nothing I could do because my stupid brain—”
