I almost smile.
Because I can already see where this is headed.
And Clay?
He has no idea what’s coming for him.
“Get some rest when you can,” I tell her.
She doesn’t answer.
Doesn’t move.
Doesn’t let go of his hand.
Didn’t think so.
I turn and head for the door.
Because I’ve seen enough.
And because there’s someone else waiting for me.
But as I step out—
I glance back once more.
At Clay.
At Hannah.
At the way neither of them is letting go.
Yeah.
This isn’t over.
Not even close.
Clay
Dark.
But not as heavy this time.
Not pulling as hard.
Voices—
Quieter now.
Farther away.
Except—
One.
Closer.
