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...