To Save Sir
She blinked back tears. The look on his face became slightly panicked.
“I’m okay. Just feeling a bit off balance.”
“Understandable. We’re only a few hours from where we’ll meet the chopper then we’ll be airlifted out of here, and you can return home and get on with your life.” Travis stood and left.
She shivered. “He makes it sound so easy. Like being kidnapped and held by extremists happens every day.”
“It won’t be,” Curt told her bluntly. “He’s trying to keep you feeling positive and happy because we can’t afford to have you lose it right now. Then we’d probably have to sedate you.”
Panic filled her at the thought of being helpless. “Don’t. Please. I couldn’t take that. I’m not going to go crazy on you.”
“I know you won’t. I know how strong you are.”
“I don’t feel very strong right now.”
“Not everyone would have survived eight days in that hell hole and still come out sane. You did. Because you’re strong. You remember that when you’re feeling low. When you’re wondering why you were taken. When you’re scared. You survived. That’s all you ever have to do, Jenna, survive. Because I will always come for you.”