“I just have enough time to release the small, choked sound in my throat and compose myself. I put my hands behind my back and stare into the distance. I can see the hills I climbed this morning with Gale. For a moment, I yearn for something … the idea of us leaving the district … making our way in the woods … but I know I was right about not running off. Because who else would have volunteered for Prim?”
