I paused to press my head against his chest to listen. His lungs seemed squishy with liquid. Even as I stifled a gasp of fear, his hand pressed my head to him. He spoke haltingly.
“I remember that touch. Do…do you ever think of our time together?”
“Often. And fondly. And I wonder why we never did it again.”
“Matthew. He claimed you. You were his. Never tried to intrude on that. Wouldn’t be right. He was good for you.”
“He was perfect for me.”
His breath caught in his throat. Another of those sharp, penetrating pains, I guessed. Then the rattle returned to frighten me anew.” I struggled to rise, but he held me tightly. “Andre, I need to send for help.”
“No. No help for me. Not now. It’s you and that young buck now, isn’t it?”
“Yes. He’s a good man.”
“Seems like it. Always thought…you and Winter Bird.”
“Waited too long. Took too long to get over Matthew. Drove him away.”