He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't formulate words. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, sniffing. A tear dripped down his cheek, his chest so tight it felt like he couldn't breathe. And that would have been better. Easier. Lois would have been sad, and so would have Chloe, and Tess. But they would have gotten over it. But this?
He didn't understand it. Tess had told him she'd been attacked by a wolf, that when she woke up, she was completely healed, along with Jason, and that Chloe had been dead between them. But nothing in this god-forsaken world really made any sense to him.
He drew in a shuddering breath. "It's Chloe," he whispered, voice cracking.