“You’re free to go home today, Ms. Graff,” the same doctor that delivered Malachi offers me a tense smile.
I don’t know exactly what transpired between him and Luka, but from what I’ve gathered, it wasn’t great and involved a handful of explicit death threats.
The last week has had a lot of ups and downs. Twice I’ve had to be sedated due to the night terrors and, most days, I feel like I’m in a catatonic state. My body is physically here, in this hospital, but my mind is still stuck in some purgatory where I’m trapped in that godforsaken cell beneath Draven’s compound.
Home.
I don’t have a home. Not a physical one anyway.
For now, Brielle and Brody have offered their spare home to us, with the promise that warriors will be in constant rotation around the perimeter and, given the f
