His face was a little blurry in the dim light, and sitting so far away from him, she couldn't see him clearly.

But, she wanted to. She longed to just take in his face.

Without looking at Nelson, she whispered, “It's fine. We're here already. We can leave once it's over."

She didn't think she could move anymore.

It had been six months since she last saw him. That was more than a hundred days and nights.