EMBER’S POV
I wonder whether he’s still on the plane or already landed.
Whether Rayana is talking to him or whether they’re sitting in the silence of every damage from today — the silence of Nathaniel’s journal, of the bloody gash Knox left across his face, of my own words and lies stacking up beside his.
I wonder whether he’s drinking — he’s probably drinking. Whether he’s replaying the same loop I am or whether the “wouldn’t think of it” was a lie and he’s already regretting saying it out loud.
I wonder if he is thinking of me at all.
My phone is on the nightstand. I reach for it knowing what I want to find and knowing I won’t find it, yet still hoping painfully, desperately.
But there is nothing from Knox. The screen is full of notifications but his name is absent in every single
