Chapter 148
- He pressed his hand to the back of her head and he held her the way you hold something you were terrified you'd lost. His eyes were shut. His jaw was working. He was not holding himself together particularly well and he had stopped pretending to try.
- "I've got you," he kept saying. Quietly. Repeatedly. Like a fact he needed her to memorise. "I've got you. You're okay. I'm here. I've got you."
- She was shaking.