More than anything, it ate me up that I hadn't been there. A fucking terminator had actually appeared out of thin air, attacked Sarah in broad daylight, and I'd been off somewhere else, doing fuck knows what.

I'd missed it, and that thing had almost killed her.

Mouth pressed in a line, I watched her from the clinic doorway. My hands twitched at my sides with an itch to touch her, but my feet wouldn't let go, so I just fucking stood there, as useless as I'd been to her since the first day we'd met.