“Well, this is it, Greta.” Jimmy stood before her, in his perfectly pressed uniform, his face cleanly shaved, his hair cropped short. Gone was the carefree man of the past several weeks. He was replaced by the statue standing rigid before the love of his life. And this was it, their final goodbye. He was trying to build a wall to protect what would remain of his heart once he stepped onto the vehicle, leaving her behind. There were so many words he still wanted to say, but what was the point? Why make this harder, but he knew there was no way to make it easier.
“Jimmy, I want to thank you for everything.” Greta reached out to entwine her fingers with his. “You saved my life, you gave me the strength to survive. I don’t know where Ezra and I would have been without you.”
“You saved my lif
