Swiftcurrent Creek i brought you my bullets; you brought me your love

Mae. She heard the grief in his voice, the shock to see his sister a tattered shell of the girl from his childhood. But they weren't children anymore. Not really.

This was what life had to offer them.

Jakub, Her own voice was nearly a whisper. She took a step forward, then hesitated, remembering that the water still rushed between them. Where have you been? All this time — had his absence given him more than the life she'd found by staying?