“Tomorrow,” Roman said, lacing his fingers with hers, “I want your hand to be in mine, no matter what comes. Just like this. We have to stay together, Iris.” “Don’t worry,” she said. Little did he know she had already planned this. To stay close to him. To be ready to support his weight all the way to the lorry if he needed her. To keep him alive. She opened her eyes to the night and drolly said, “It’ll be quite hard to get rid of me now, Kitt.” His laughter was beautiful in the dark.
