My heart lurches at Neil’s words. “Neil,” I say, as gentle as I can. He’s looking at me like I’m some kind of angel, eyes full of awe. “You aren’t dead.” He seems confused at first, as if the words surprise him. Then he places a hand on his own chest, then his shoulder where the silver is. He’s
As much as I want to stay with Neil in the hospital, we can’t keep Mia in the daycare forever. “I can drive you and Mia back to the Pyramid,” Beau offers. “And we can take shifts here.” I feel stronger since my hug with Archer, but I still hesitate to separate from Neil. I side-eye him where he’
The next morning, as I’m bringing Mia to breakfast, I’m surprised to find Angela there waiting for me. I’m not unhappy to see her exactly, but I wished she had texted me or something first so I would have been prepared. Last time we talked, things didn’t exactly go well. And though we’ve more or l
Without Archer, Steven, and Neil, the house just feels so… empty. Even when I didn’t always see them, just knowing they were there somewhere was a comfort. It was difficult to feel alone when the Pyramid was alive with people. But now… I feel more like I’m in a tomb than a home. I guess I should
“I don’t need you,” I say. He smirks. It seems to say, You’re here, aren’t you? Overconfident bastard. He’s so confident he doesn’t even acknowledge my comment, other than his smirk. He just lets my words linger out there in the open. And the longer they hang there, the more ridiculous they se
“So you are running,” Archer growls. “Now. After everything Neil has done to ensure you can stay here as long as possible.” “It’s not –” “You are a selfish, vindictive little bitch. He’s in the hospital, fighting this for you, and you are ready to throw us all away and disappear.” “I’m not –”
Archer considers this, but his face says he doesn’t quite believe it. Or at least, he doesn’t believe that’s all of it. I really wish I could tell him more, but I just don’t know. The Wyatt I thought I got along with okay was apparently an illusion. He never existed. I don’t know the real Wyatt at a
When Beau and I arrive at the hospital, Neil is doing much better than when we last saw him. In fact, he looks better than he has in weeks. He’s not even in bed right now, but walking around the side of it, dragging his IV along. “Chloe! Beau!” he says as he sees us in the room. He comes closer to