Michael strained his neck, with great effort, to search around him. He caught sight of Hannah’s hair pod still gaining distance, skidding along and shrinking away into the chaotic landscape that Boston harbor had become.
They were safe.
Relieved, Michael let out all of his breath. “I did it, Ellie.”
“What?” Griffin asked. “What did you say?”
Michael was surprised. He was hearing Griffin’s voice and had seen his face, and yet, there was no rage within him. Maybe it was the exhaustion finally catching up to him like it hadn’t yet. Maybe, his nervous system was more concerned about his re-opened hand-wound, compounded bruises over his chest, and whatever was going on in his left arm.
Whatever it was, it surprised Michael that he didn’t feel any hate.
“Does it matter?” Michael croaked at
