I pressed my lips together.
Elise looked at me.
I refused to look back.
The answer was already in the room.
Randall continued, “She’ll say she can do both. That’s the danger. She’ll believe it. She’ll drag herself from infusion to my bedside and tell everybody she’s fine until she collapses.”
Jonah’s anger had not gone away, but something inside it shifted. He shoved both hands into his pockets and stared at the concrete floor.
Recorded Wade said, “Then tell her and let her choose.”
“No.”
“Randall.”
“No. She gets one choice right now. Herself.”
I found my voice. “Stop it.”
Wade’s finger moved instantly.
“No.” I caught his sleeve before he could touch the camera. The fabric under my fingers was coarse, sun-warmed from outside. “Not the video. Don’t stop the video.”
He stilled.
I swallowed. “Stop looking at me every time he says something that sounds right.”
