Chapter Seven
I walked aimlessly around through paradise. The wonders ceased to amaze me after the anticlimactic meeting with my dad and the pre-apocalyptic run-in with Eden. I was headed nowhere, so of course my feet led me to him.
Zane sat in a pasture not far away from where Gabriel and I had talked. He’d stayed near. All my long life, he’d never been so far he couldn’t reach out to me.
He sat on a mound of colorful grass, sketching. But there was no parchment before him, no brush in his hand. Instead, he’d peeled the skin of his fingertip away and was drawing in the air with his light. I couldn’t make out the sketch from this distance, so I moved closer.
As my footsteps carried me to him, all anxiety and urgency for the plight of humanity left me. My most pressing desire was to cli
