Sunshine blinked, her lips parted but no sound came. But again, she stretched her hand, fingers trembling. Her gaze was soft, stripped of all pretense. "I thought that there was a possibility that I wouldn't make it back. The mist is not a friend to anyone, not even to mist walkers. So, in case I did not make it back, I wanted those to be my last words not just to the boys but to you. Not because of fear, but because it's the truth. I think I have loved you since the day I told you an apocalypse was coming and instead of divorcing me and kicking me out, you gave me your bank card."
