EMBER’S POV

I have walked the length of this bedroom forty times and I have counted every single one.

Knox left before it was properly light. He didn’t wake me.

I felt the bed go cold when he got up and heard him speaking quietly to Reyes in the corridor, but I kept my eyes closed and pretended I was still asleep.

If I opened them, we would have to talk about what was happening today, and I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

I wasn’t ready to face the depleting thing within me, the hopelessness and powerlessness of the situation.

Today is the day they take Marjorie out of...