he was there , sharing the same planet with her, walking the same earth. And even in those early days following John’s death, when she’d hated him for leaving her, even when she’d been so angry with him that she wanted to cry, she had taken some comfort in the knowledge that he was alive and well, and would return to her in an instant, if ever she asked it of him.
He was here. He was alive. And with John gone…Well, she didn’t know how anyone could expect her to lose them both.
He shivered again, violently.
“Do you need medicine?” she asked, snapping to attention. “Do you have medicine?”
“Took it already,” he chattered.
But she had to do some thing. She wasn’t self-hating enough to think that there had been anything she could have done to prevent John’s death—even in the worst of her g
