POV: Chloe
I stood up and said it was time to prepare for the survey with what I hoped was professional decisiveness and what was probably transparent flight, and neither of them said a word, though I felt both of them watching me walk to the door.
Tristan drove...
The mountain road was everything three days of typhoon could produce. It was narrow and dramatic.
I watched the forest close around us and felt the ease of being in a car with someone whose judgment I trusted completely, which was a quiet thing and also not quiet at all.
"You remember that coastal survey trip," I said, somewhere around the third switchback.
"When we were twenty-two." His mouth curved immediately.
"You navigated us forty minutes in the wrong direction."
"The signage was genuinely ambiguous..."
"The ma
