The force of her terror that morning had woken me and fueled my own fears for her safety, and though she wouldn’t tell me what had frightened her so severely, the waves of grief had been a crushing echo of my own. I knew she had lost someone close to her, I knew that it put her own life in peril thanks to the fear that lingered and the small snippets of information I could ease out of her, but I didn’t suspect something like this.
