And he couldn’t turn Josie loose.
Lost in that darkness with her, he knew somehow that she was his anchor, that she was safety, but he was afraid for her because she felt what he was feeling and didn’t understand anything that was happening to them.
And then, as the child screamed, Ryder felt Josie’s hand brush against his forehead, felt her touching him, willingly, even as she, too, heard the terrible cry.
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