“I thought you left me,” I murmured. Reaver wiped my tears away with his thumbs. His brow creased as I said that him. “I was hoping you would know me well enough to think I just died, rather than left you.” He frowned. My eyes fell under his disappointed gaze. “You leaving is more likely than you dying.” He seemed to consider that for a moment. “I could see why you might think that.”
