[Jo clenches her own jaw, gritting her teeth. Carthage. It was the same for both of them, then. She nods stiffly, gripping at the bedclothes to steady herself.]
That's what I remember, too.
[That's all that needs to be said. She feels something get caught in her throat as she studies Ellen's face, the familiar and unwelcome warmth of tears beginning to well up behind her eyes. She hates the idea of anyone seeing her cry, but it was nothing her mother hadn't seen before -- and if there ever was a time to let those tears fall, it was now.]
I'm glad you're okay. I didn't think --
[She cuts herself off, swallowing hard as she composes herself.]
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That's what I remember, too.
[That's all that needs to be said. She feels something get caught in her throat as she studies Ellen's face, the familiar and unwelcome warmth of tears beginning to well up behind her eyes. She hates the idea of anyone seeing her cry, but it was nothing her mother hadn't seen before -- and if there ever was a time to let those tears fall, it was now.]
I'm glad you're okay. I didn't think --
[She cuts herself off, swallowing hard as she composes herself.]
I thought that was our last chance.