Chapter 165
- Eight years was too long, and he had lost track of when he had gradually stopped caring that much. Perhaps he had assumed that I would never leave him behind, so he had begun to hurt me without regard.
- Looking at Jack with a concerned face, Pete clutched her stomach and cried out, "Oh, Jack. My stomach hurts."
- Pete's pain cut through Jack's mind. He turned to her. "What's wrong?"