The journey from the hospital to Jade and Mayhem's house is almost completely silent. The kind of quiet that follows a storm, when everyone is too damn exhausted to pretend everything is fine.
I watch familiar streets slide past the window. The turning that leads towards my little shoebox apartment, which right now I’m missing like crazy. Another set of lights that would eventually lead to Locke's penthouse.
Home.
Except neither of them feel like home anymore.
I close my eyes as my stomach lurches a bit; the effects of the chemo have really levelled off in the past day, but I get a bit of a reminder every now and again.
"I'm sorry," Jade says quietly.
I look across at her. "For what?"
"That none of your options feel safe."
The words settle somewhere deep inside me, because she's ab
