Kate’s POV
I’m vaguely aware of Brooke and Milo each taking me by one arm and helping me out of there. I’m vaguely aware of how much I’m struggling against them, of the tears in my eyes, of the shrieks I’m letting out, and of how as they pull me to the right, Cliff’s body is being taken to the left.
I’m vividly, starkly, impossibly aware of the fact that Cliff is gone.
I hear Milo open the door and feel Brooke try to put me in the passenger’s seat without hurting me, but I know I’m not helping. I feel blind—not surrounded by a sea of black, like I would have imagined, but surrounded instead by images of nothing but Cliff.
I hear mutterings. They’re talking about me, most likely. Debating whether Milo should come to wherever they’re taking me. I wonder why Milo is even here. For her? Su
