It must be nice to be a pigeon. No brothers to save. No billionaires to love. The only things that matter are bread crumbs and open skies.
I raise my head and look at the sun setting. Through my teary eyes, it’s a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of tangerine beauty. I wonder if Gideon is looking up at it, too, from wherever he is.
I look again at my phone, dangling in my hand. I’m down to four percent battery. But when I swipe down, I see that I missed a call. I must’ve been on the phone to the hospitals or wherever and not heard the incoming beep.
This one’s from Jillian. I tap play and listen, with the beginnings of a nasty feeling crawling through my chest for reasons I can’t quite decipher.
At first, there’s only her breathing. It sounds like someone who’s been crying for a while and is t
