He'd find her sitting on an immaculate white couch, she a smear of dirt and drying blood, one of Mia's arrows in her hand.
The arrow.
"Keith..." She looked up at him, then looked away. She choked on her own words for a moment before forcing herself calm, redirecting her eyes to his. She had to look him in the eye.
"Mia died tonight. There was a serial killer targeting me--and her--and...and I thought I could do this. I thought I could stop him. Mia helped. Mia had my back the whole time, but the sonofabitch...he got her arrows...
"she took an arrow meant for me. Right to her heart."
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