When I hang up the phone, I slide carefully across the seat to sit next to her, my leg warm against hers.“Why don’t you go back to the house?”
She opens her mouth to argue, but I lay a hand on her leg and continue. “I know you want to help, andyou can, but maybe you should rest first.”
“You’re the one who is hurt,” she says.
“So are you. Plus, you did so much back there. You fought hard, and no one would blame you if yourested. Even just for a few hours. I have every single resource at our disposal out looking for Milaya.If she can be found, we’ll find her.”
Eve shakes her head. “If?”
“Bad choice of words,” I correct. “She is out there. I know it.”
Eve turns to stare out the window, her long chestnut hair draped over her shoulder. The ends aretangled, and I think I s
