Almost hope you're in heaven so no one can hurt your soul...
Chloe stared down at his grave, tears streaming down her face. She knew that her being there was stupid, since he wasn't really dead. At least, she didn't think he was dead – she just assumed that the Chinese would want to keep him alive for as long as possible, to inflict as much pain as they possibly could. But she needed to think, and she need to talk, and this was the only place where she could really do both.
"I'm trying to bring you home," she whispered. "I promise."
