I couldn't close my eyes. Tomorrow, we were going on a dangerous mission—a very dangerous one. But there was no going back.

I had a feeling that Michael felt the same restlessness. I could hear him sighing several times and shifting his position on the couch several times. Michael was anxious.

I turned to him. He was curled up on the couch across from me, his back to me.

"Michael? You're still awake?"

A sigh. "No. Who could sleep in a situation like this?"

"I'm sorry I dragged you this far into it."

Michael turned, his eyes meeting mine.

"You never should have come with me to save Elijah," he...