She gripped the handle on the suitcase as if it were a hand that saved her from falling off a cliff and then slammed the car door.
When she whirled around, a heavy thud of footsteps gave way to a strapping silhouette slinking toward her in the night.
“I can’t let you go,” he said; as words caught in her throat, a plane rumbled overhead.
Two steps closer and a cold blade cut through sealskin deep into her chest. ”I’m taking you home,” he lifted her, cradling her in his arms, as the heart she hoped would heal bled out onto the coat he gave her on her last birthday.