I can’t stop the tears as I think about all my mistakes. What will I do if I lose him now? After everything that I has happened, I'm finally seeing things with so much clarity that the very idea of losing Thomas is unbearable.
His warm hand grips around my wrist, gently pulling my hand away from his mouth. Hope flares in my chest, only to be drenched in the cold reality when he releases it quickly, letting it fall limply to my side as he takes a step back.
I’m sure my face displays so much hurt and sadness. No matter what I try to do, I can’t mask it. I broke the disguises I usually wear.
“They have found your Mother and the others.” He keeps his voice emotionless and hardly looks at me.
Relief washes through me but it's short lived. I take a step towards him, wanting to hold him, or
