On some level, she knew she was on the verge of tears. They burned in her throat and blurred his already fuzzy face even more so. “Oh Peter, I miss you already.”
Somewhere nearby, an out-of-place coffee pot clanged against a rock. Katie could feel herself trying to wake, but fought to stay asleep. To stay with her Peter. More foggy now, Peter’s fading face just smiled his trademark patient, knowing smile. “Stay with me,” she rasped, emotion evident in her throaty words.
Peter’s mouth began to move again, giving rise to his disjointed and strangely echoing response. “I love you, Katie Knepp. No matter where you are. I love you.”
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