Jacob turns, baffled. For a moment he just stands there, hands held out, bloodied, beseeching. In his eyes, Avery can see his heart break. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, why Avery is pushing him away. Oh, please,Avery prays. He hopes Jacob can read his love in his face. I can’t say the words right now, Jacob, but I love you. Please just run. Run and stay safe. Run…
“Get out of here!” His voice is sharper than he intends, louder. It echoes through the silent hall.
When Jacob doesn’t move, Avery shoves him again, harder. “Go on,” he hisses. “Get the hell out of here, Jacob.”
“Avery,” he sobs. Tears streak down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
It’s torture to hear the ache in his voice. Oh, baby, I know. I’m sorry, too. So damn sorry they’ve done this to you…“Please,” Avery whispers. “Jacob, please. Just leave.”