He gave a faint shake of his head.
Cars pulled in and out of the lot as if nothing significant was happening.
Savannah shifted him upright against the wall and checked his pulse. It raced beneath her fingertips.
“You’re not dying on this sidewalk,” she said firmly.
For a brief second, his gaze sharpened, studying her with something like disbelief.
“You shouldn’t have stopped,” he whispered.
She frowned. “Of course I should.”
Five minutes.
That was all.
Five minutes of water. Shade. A steady voice in a world that had already decided to look away.
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