Harper
Half an hour ago.
Before Lyra's hand on his arm and the lie sitting between us like a crack in glass.
I was on the path I used to take to find Priya, following the smell of rubbing alcohol to whatever supply closet she'd claimed as her kingdom.
I passed Lucy from my old patrol rotation, the one who used to sneak me extra gauze pads. I smiled. She looked through me like I was a window, muttered something about being late, and turned a corner so fast she nearly clipped the wall.
I stood there holding the smile for three more seconds before I put it away.
Priya was in the far corner of the work area, sorting med-supply crates with the grim determination of someone who'd been doing it alone for a while. I dropped onto the crate beside her.
"You okay? It's weird out there. People
