I gazed out at the Las Vegas lights, trying to calm the turmoil in my head at the thought of what we would face tomorrow, but there was only one person who could soothe me. When I walked into my bedroom, Hannah was curled up in a ball under the covers in the middle of the bed. I undressed quickly and climbed under the blankets behind her, wrapping my arms around her.
“I never got to forgive her,” she whispered.
"I’m sorry.” There wasn’t much else to say. No words would help her pain. I was all too familiar with loss, as were all immortals, and I knew it never got any easier.
“I was mad at her, but I didn’t want her to die.”
“She knew. She knew the moment you told her you loved her.”
“Do you think so?”
I wanted to erase all uncertainty and guilt from her. Her immortal life would be a
