"It is over."
"Is James still there?"
She nodded. "He'd walk away when he can... No one is carrying him in their arms." She didn't look sorry at all. I sighed.
Then Rafe’s phone rang, cutting the silence.
The sound was sharp and jarring in the quiet.
He pulled it out of his jacket, his brows furrowing instantly as he glanced at the screen.
Something shifted in his expression. His eyes narrowed and his body stiffened.
He pressed the answer button and turned away, murmuring something into the receiver that I couldn’t catch—not with the way the pain in my head was screaming.
It was a pounding rhythm now. A drumbeat of agony behind my eyes, vibrating against my skull, distorting every other sound in the world.
Still, I strained to listen.
I heard his tone change—tight, clipped, and l
