Seven hours had passed. If he was going to return he would have by now.
My stomach hadn’t been able to settle. I should have never left him to fend for himself. But he’d made his choice. And I’d made mine.
Going back was the last thing I wanted to do, but leaving his body to rot in a dried-up canal was not an option. The thought of it sent a wave of agony through me. I had to go back.
You may as well sidle up and warm your hands.