“I’ll live.”
“Don’t say that like it’s nothing.”
He froze.
Clara lifted her face.
“Do you have any idea what I thought when you fell?”
Caleb did not know what to say.
“I thought you were dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No.”
She wiped her face angrily.
“I don’t want an apology.”
Caleb stood.
Pain shot through his side.
“What are you doing?”
“I have to go.”
Her eyes widened.
“Go?”
“To Cheyenne.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
