She couldn't think that far. Why hadn't she come? She couldn't remember. And the reasoning didn't seem to matter just then. She crossed to the end of his bed. As if that would change anything. As if...
Shannon leaned forward, her emotions flowed free, and she gently touched his foot over the top of the covers. "Thor will know, possibly the Viking." The realness sinking in with that touch. Her voice felt far louder than it should have been.
"Why did you go? Why did you leave us? Were we..." She couldn't finish that line of quiestions.