Silently, helpless tears that tracked down my face while my hands trembled on the wheel.

Malcolm was out there. Bleeding. Guarding a dead woman I’d never met but somehow failed.

And I was terrified that when I walked back into that cabin, I’d find two bodies instead of one.

“Luna… you’re still connected? We’ll be there soon,” Jean’s voice startled me, crackling back to life through the radio.

“I-I’m still connected,” I stammered, fumbling for the door handle. “I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.”

I shoved the door open and stumbled out, my boots crunching on gravel as I forced my legs toward the cabin.

I’d barely taken three steps...