Elizabeth sat on the floor in Ian’s room. They’d gone to the kitchen and gotten leftovers from the caterers, then come back.
Ian sat opposite her, quietly eating his lunch.
“Ian.” She’d held her tongue back in the car because she didn't think he would listen to her then.
He looked up at her.
“I know you gave me your word that you’d protect me, and you have. What happened or could’ve happened just now wasn't your fault.”
He clenched his jaw.
“Everything’s been so crazy. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I don't know when I’ll face another attack. But one thing I know—that you’ve done your best by me. You’ve done everything you could for me. I’ll always remember that.”
“Doing my best isn't good enough if it doesn’t keep you safe.”
She put down her utensils and shifted closer to
