ey
ter now, filled with a fragile hope. "We always talked about havi
now. A phantom ache radiated through me, a memory of a pain too dee
tion. I heard young Casey gasp, a sound of pure jo
eturned, heav
y asked, her voice
ordan, his young associate, Bristol Sims, and I were coming back from
ct the life growing inside me. In the chaos, I saw Jordan. My husband. His arm shot out, not towards me, not
ough my lower body. A wave of nausea, then a diz
wound that had festered for too long. My emotions had run dry months ago. I had cried so many times over the years, for so many betrayals, that there
d, unrestrained, full of the grief I no longer had the strength to feel. I envied her. She could still cry
ttle boy... we picked out names
rely above a whisper. "In that moment, he chose Bristol. He shielded her body. He prot
ime, it was different. It was the silen
ietly. "And the day I realized I had been dead ins
/1/118862/coverbig.jpg?v=0915bb5ddd92e4a758a3b50603116993&imageMogr2/format/webp)