Down his torn shirt, across the stained skin of his wrists, to the bent, twisted remains of a small silver compass.
And it was so strange how swift the numbness was to settle. How it smothered every word, every thought, until I forgot I needed to keep breathing. I felt my lips part at the same moment my chest seemed to collapse in on itself.
“No.” My fingers clenched around it, hiding it from sight, denying it was there.