Chapter LXVIII

When Denah made me come back home, horrified that I was bleeding through my eyes and nose, but I knew what was going on, it was Bridget and she was dying!

"I need to go after her! How can this fucking connection not be working? Because I can sense what’s happening to her, but I can’t locate her!"

The healers were there, as were the ancestors, who tried at all costs to medicate me or to calm me down, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t calm down, not when I felt Bridget increasingly weak and bleeding even more.

"Because she is not in this plan!" Irma, a former healer said.

For a second the air lacked me and the floor seemed to no longer exist. My world would end if someday Bri was no longer here. I loved that woman with all my strength, with every atom in my body and until the day of my last breath that would not change.

"No, that’s not true! I can still feel what’s happening to her, Bridget is weak, but she’s not gone!"

"Quanah, she didn’t mean it that way. She’s not dead, she’s on a