"It doesn't need to come to this! Caleb, please!"

There's nothing in his eyes. Maybe there never had been. Maybe she'd just imagined it, all these years.

"No, it doesn't." And that's the worst part, out of everything that's gone so terribly wrong in the last few nightmare minutes. He still sounds like he always does, soft and sweet with his eyes trained on her like they always are, like they always were, ignoring everything else around them. But the air itself is straining, breaking apart, and the gun doesn't waver even at full extension. "You should have kept trusting me."