Sasha
I shove another shirt into the worn-out duffel bag, hands shaking. We're moving on tonight.
It's been a day since the meeting; a long, hollow, aching day. I'm alone in the room. The others are giving me space. They are pretending to check on the medics team and wrap up plans. But I know. They're giving me this time to fall apart quietly.
We decided to leave. I've been telling myself this is better. Easier. Cleaner. So why does it feel like I'm peeling the skin off my chest to breathe?
I'm cramming my jacket into the bag when the door slams open so hard that it ricochets off the wall.
I spin around, heart in my throat. Dorgan stands there, chest heaving like he has run the whole way here. Eyes wild, broken. He grabs my hand.
"Sasha," he gasps, taking a step in. "Please, don't go
