“When did you start training? I don’t remember you mentioning it in your letters.” “I probably didn’t. It felt weird to bring it up, because of why I’d started.” “What do you mean?” “I took my first class a few weeks after you left. I decided I never wanted to feel helpless again.” Hearing her say that sent a flash of memory through my mind. I could still see it all so clearly, still feel the sickening realization hit me. They had Grace. “Hey.” She touched my face. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, sorry.” I brushed a tendril of hair off her forehead. “Are you okay?
