Redhawk Caldera you must become an island.

"We should talk," she finally said, and all he could do was nod. He knew it was coming; they hadn't really talked, not since the first night, and there were so many unspoken thoughts and emotions hanging between them. He wasn't exactly sure what either of them would say, but there was a grim undertone in Finley's voice that commanded his attention.

So he turned towards her, his ears pressing forward expectantly. I'm listening, his expression said, as his gaze probed her face. He could see the tears gathering against her lower eyelid, threatening to spill over like water from a dam. Suddenly, it became hard for him to breathe.