Liza held Rick’s hand. It was shaky and clammy, but she knew not to ask him if he was okay. He’d quickly grown tired of that question since they learned of Tonya’s death. She was just happy for a few moments of darkness. Maybe she could close her eyes and calm herself down a bit. The events of the last few weeks were taking its toll. Liza took a deep breath and tried to slow her heartbeat. Rick was doing his best to stay strong, and it was her duty to see him through it. She shook her head and tried to muster a positive thought, but it was no use. She knew that deep down inside, she would sell her soul to make sure Tonya stayed dead.