in my arms.
I held her for three breaths.
Then I gently stepped back.
“How is he?”
She wiped her face. “Angry.”
“That sounds stable.”
Tyler laughed once, exhausted.
Megan glared at me.
“Nice.”
I looked at her. “If he’s angry, he’s alive. I’ll take it.”
She had no answer for that.
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