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CARTER
“Are you okay, love?” Shea asks when we get to our room.
I nod. “Yeah. No. I don’t know. I needed to see it, where it happened. It brought closure, I think.”
She hugs me. “I’m glad. If you need to talk, you know I’m here for you.”
“I know. I’m a lucky guy.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Shea teases.
“Never.”
It’s our usual repertoire, one I live for every day.
“I think this helped Tera a lot,” Shea adds.
I nod. “Me too. And I’m glad they killed them.”
“Agreed. It was such a heinous thing they did to our girl. I remember…”
I nod and swallow hard. “Me too.”
“It’s time to put that to rest, Carter. You were there for her. Yousavedher,” Shea reminds me.
“Yeah. I used to battle thewhat if I’d been able to get someone to her sooner, but now, after all that shrink talk, I realize I did all I could do. I’m glad it was me she called,” I admit.
“Me too.”
“I could use a nap before we take off tonight. It’ll be a long flight.”
Shea yawns. “I’ll join you. I’ll set my phone alarm for an hour and a half. I still have to finish getting our things together.”
“We’ll do that together, baby. Let’s go rest.”
