Sabrina hears him hit the boundary and she flinches hard, her hands opening and closing, a sob escaping her. "Charlie," she manages, but she doesn't get up, and she won't look up from where she's curling into a little ball of Morningstar. "Charlie, you have to leave, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

This is going to be the real test.

She can't let herself break the line.