The words brought him the first sense of relief he'd felt since this entire thing happened, and Theo didn't hesitate to move to the side of his son.
'I won't hurt him?' Theo asked, carefully stroking Nathaniel's forehead. His breathing seemed so faint, not at all like normal. He didn't even have the strength to cry.
He looked over at Padma, so pale and lifeless, yet somehow the truth wouldn't filter through his mind. 'My wife,' he said, his voice hoarse. 'Save her.'