Callie's POV ...
We had just finished with the last of the families that were in the ICU. I had held Lucile's mother as they pulled the plug on their daughter. I felt so horrible for her. I could only imagine the kind of pain that she was facing at that moment.
Kameron and I walked hand in hand toward the ground floor of the healing center to go and meet with all of the casualties. I was squeezing his hand for dear life, trying to anchor myself to the moment because I felt like I was barely holding on.
We were surrounded by so much death and sadness that my heart was burdened. I tried to take on Nora's words and they were offering me some comfort. But they didn't erase everything.
"Are you okay?" Kameron looked down at me.
"It's just so much death and sadness. Why do I feel like we didn't win?"
Kameron sighed and stopped us in the middle of the hallway. A few nurses passed us by bowing in greeting and moving along.
