London, Rick, Love, Murder … Jesus Christ, Alexi. You are a major in terms of a head mess.

“I’ll be here.” He nods towards the couch, and I stare at him for another long moment.

“Will you do something for me?” It’s soft and pleading, but I need it. Vision strays to that box in the background, yet I still cannot bear letting my eyes fall on them directly.

“Anything.”

His response pulls a tiny smile from me, but I curb it quickly and focus on what I ...