Will had thought so, too. He'd have nightmares about those long moments, closer to finding Clio than they'd ever been, still too far to do anything but watch as she burned. When she'd prayed to Patrick that last time, to say goodbye— god, he was going to break all over again if he thought on it too long. "I'm sorry." He felt like he could never say those words enough times. "We were in the car. Ben found the building, but we were on the wrong damn end of the island—"