I manage a faint smile for Florence, the ache in my chest shifting into a kind of sadness that has nothing to do with what's happened in the last two days. I wish there'd be time to get to know her better, while she was on the island. And more than that, there's a part of me that wishes I could get to know her here, where she's whole. Because here, she's nothing short of amazing.

"Just go," I say to Tom with a cough of laughter, needing it to be quick. Needing to rip the fuckin' bandage off in one go. If he stretches it out much longer, I'm liable to grab on and refuse to let go.