Theodora’s POV

I felt so fucking sick to my stomach. A stone weighing in my chest. My shoulders were sore from how hard I was weeping. My spine curled forward until I was hugging my knees to my chest. I prayed that my parents were okay.

But I didn’t know for sure.

I just know that I could have done something.

Jumped off the gangway and saved them the way I couldn’t save my platoon. But Mads didn’t let me. He ripped me backward, feet stumbling ...