Mia Grant had wanted to find a time to send them out, but she was worried one of them might break the rules and open them prematurely.
In the end, she placed her hopes in Carla Sinclair.
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
"On the day of my surgery, if..."
"Give these to them then."
If what? The unspoken question hung between them.
'Mia Grant didn't want to die. She felt no one was more of a coward than she was.'
'She didn't want to jinx herself; she should be more optimistic.'
But after everything she had been through, she couldn't help but silently prepare for the worst.
No one ever knew what the next second might bring.
Not even Mia Grant, with her memories of three different worlds.
That night, neither Mia Grant nor Carla Sinclair slept. It felt like a late-night chat session in a dorm room after lights-out.
The two of them talked for a long time.
Most of the time, it was Mia Grant doing all the talking.
