Gideon and Delilah stood in a good distance from the bunker's hatch, the remote detonator resting in her trembling hand. In the end, she didn't take the photo with her.
She said Freya already had plenty of their family pictures, so there was no need to keep another one.
It sounded simple, but the way she said it made it clear, she was forcing herself to let go.
Her grip on the detonator wasn't steady, her fingers tightening and loosening as if she couldn't decide. Her eyes drifted, unfocused, and every breath she took came out heavier than the last.
The sun had already begun to lower, no longer as harsh as it was a few hours ago. Evening would come soon.
If she didn't do it now, they would have to stay in Climber Rift overnight. He wouldn't have minded that, but they didn't have that kind of time.
