She thought about it a moment and sucked on her lower lip. “It just seems inevitable. We’re doomed, Jeffrey.”
“I told you not to go out and visit Elizabeth,” he said. His tone raked against his own nerves. This was so human—blame the victim for catching the disease.
She scowled at him. “Just because we’re on death’s doorstep doesn’t mean I have to close myself up and shut everyone out. I’m sad for you, Jeffrey. If you’re the last man on Earth, what’s the point?”
“I’m not going to lay down and die,” he said.
She grabbed his hand and the tears filled in her eyes. “I’d like to go together.”
“I don’t want to see you go at all,” he said.
Her lower lip quivered and she said, in almost a whisper, “Can’t help you there.”
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