It would be so easy, so satisfying, to tell her everything, but he had his orders. Jim stopped the car next to the house in which she had been squatting. “Here we are. I’ll come in with you while you get your stuff packed up.”
Even though she had seen Jim dispatch the other Poly with the weapon he carried, Suvi still stared at the blank windows uneasily. “Do you think... there will be any more?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it? You aren’t staying.” He reached over and took her undamaged hand in his. “It’s time, Suvi. More than time.”
She knew what he meant, though he did not elaborate. “I can’t, Jim. I told you, stopping will make me sick, and I have to be able to look after myself.”
His voice warmed with quiet assurance. “You don’t have to do it on your own. Come back to the farm with me.
