Grace wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying to keep breathing. That was one of her daydreams--finding Dara, bringing him home, being the bearer of good luck for once. It was hard to believe that it would actually happen. Not that he'd said when, or if Dara was alive, or--or anything, really, just that she found him. But she couldn't help imagining everything spiraling out from there.

There were too many questions to ask so she just nodded rapidly, tucking her head down while she tried to process which one wanted to come out first.