Chapter 137 Chasing The Caravan

• Jane
• I can’t lose them. I can’t.
• When was the last time I held them? Kissed them? What were the last words I said to them? Do they know how close I am? Do they know how hard I’m trying to rescue them? I would give anything to have them safely home. I would gladly trade my own life for theirs, though I hope it won’t come to that. The pain comes and goes in waves, which is something of a blessing. Just when it becomes so overwhelming that I think it will crush me completely, it ebbs away, replaced with a yawning emptiness that leaves me hollow but not miserable.