This is too much for me to handle…
Roxy covered her mouth with her hands, her shoulders shaking violently.
"Iris," she choked out, her voice wet and thick. "My baby. My sweet, sweet baby."
In the projection, Ren stumbled forward. He looked wild, his fox ears flattened against his messy red hair, his green eyes wide with disbelief. He fell to his knees in front of the blue light, holding Iris out as if offering a tribute to a deity.
"Roxy?" Ren whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to touch her cheek.
His fingers passed right through the blue light.
He flinched, pulling his hand back as if burned. "I... I can't feel you. You're not here."
"I am here," Roxy sobbed, pressing her own hand against the glass wall of the Dry Lounge, matching his position in the hologram. "I'm here, Ren. I'm just... I'm projecting. Like a ghost."
Zarek shoved past Kaelen, his massive frame filling the view. He dropped to his knees beside Ren, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her.
