She watched as his lips parted and he swiped at his forehead with bloody hands, smearing it across his face. Agatha’s breath came out in quick bursts through her nose as she walked toward him, tears blurring her vision. A hook sank deep within her heart. A string pulling taut. And she desperately needed to follow the tether. Grimm searched her face, standing eerily still in place. Agatha waded through time, her steps sluggish. His eyes were fearful and relieved all at once.
