The fear became terror.
To take him away, to ease the transition from this life to the next?
“No, Bonnie!”
Bonnie looked across the room at Eve standing behind the glass.
She smiled luminously, but then turned back again to gaze down at Joe with that same expression of love.
Oh God, what did that smile mean?
Could she help him to live?
Or could she only help him to die?
Eve’s palms pressed against the cold glass as tension and sorrow tore through her.
“Joe!”
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