MARGO POV.

Everything hurt, especially my face. It burned so hot that I wished I hadn't woken up at all.

I've been drifting in and out of consciousness after the van I'd been in exploded... I didn't even understand how I'd been able to survive, but I guess it was because the force of the explosion had pushed me out of the van as it crashed to the ground.

Miguel hadn't made it... I knew it because his face had been the last thing I'd seen before I was flying through the hot air.

We'd been in the van and he hadn't even spoken a word to me. He'd stared...