“It’s all right, Violet,” he says, looking up at me, and I shove my goggles on top of my head so I can see him clearer. He’s struggling to breathe. “It’s not all right.” I want to scream with the injustice of it, but that won’t help. My hand trembles as I slide his riding goggles up to his forehead, then brush his blond hair back off his forehead. “None of this is all right. Please stay,” I beg, tears I can’t fight rolling unchecked down my cheeks. “Fight to stay. Please, Liam. Fight to stay.”
