Pain rushed over Carissa so suddenly that her legs weakened, and she fell to her knees.
Elon. Gone. And he’d healed her.
She pressed a hand to her chest, the pain within rivaling the wound of seconds ago. Elon was a part of her now, in a deeper way than she could even comprehend. He’d healed her and loved her when no one else had.
It felt like what once had been one had been torn into two. Like she was being torn into two. Her husband had just been ripped from her.
Carissa gained her feet and wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand. No. She would find him. Just as he’d found her when she was lost, she would do the same for him.
Carissa began jogging downstream. When Elon had healed her before, he’d once slipped into the water. If the healing had proved difficult for him, perhaps his weakened body would have been dragged downstream.