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His gaze moves over my bruised face.

The blood on my wrists.

The vest hanging from my shoulders.

The gun in my hand.

Then his eyes meet mine.

“You came.”

Two words.

That's all I manage.

Sean's eyes fill.

“You called.”

A sob catches in my throat.

Behind him, two other men enter the tunnel.

Arthur looks at Greg on the floor.

Then at me.

Sean takes one more step.

Then stops again.

Waiting.

He always waited.

Even when we were young.

He never touched me until I reached for him first.

So I do.

I cross the space between us.

Sean catches me.

His arms close around me, and eighteen years disappear.

I bury my face against his chest.

He smells like dust.

Sweat.

The desert.

Sean.

My hands clutch the back of his shirt.