"You did. By the time we got to you, you'd lost so much blood. You were barely conscious."
"How… how did you even find me?"
"I had eyes on your phone. I'd been worried, Sera. I hadn't heard from you. Something felt wrong."
Tears spilled down my cheeks. "You saved me…"
He nodded, his own eyes turning glassy. "I thought I lost you. But you're still here."
I tried to lift my hand to touch him but winced again.
"Don't force it," he said gently. "You're hooked up to pain meds, blood transfusions. You're still healing."
I looked around slowly. "Where… are we?"
He smiled faintly. "Private jet. I had you moved from the cliffside straight to emergency care. This was faster. Safer."
"Marco…" My voice trailed off. "We grew up in a one-room apartment over the bakery on Mulberry Street. You used to run numbers for old Sal just so we could eat dinner. How in the world do you have a private jet now?"
He chuckled. "A lot's changed since we last saw each other."
"Ten years," I whispered. "It's been ten years."
"I know," he said, a shadow passing over his face. "We lost time."
We both went quiet for a moment.
My chest ached, both physically and emotionally.