Arwen's POV
Draven doesn't move.
That's the thing I noticed first. He is completely, unnaturally still in a way that has nothing to do with control and everything to do with a person whose body has stopped receiving instructions from their brain because the brain is somewhere else entirely. His eyes are fixed on the letter in my hands and he is not here in this cafeteria at all. He was somewhere seven years ago.
"Draven," Marcus says from behind him.
No response.
Maya looks at me. I look at the letter. I look at Draven.
"You know this handwriting," I say.
It's not a question. The evidence of it is in every rigid line of his body, in the particular quality of his stillness, in the way his jaw has tightened to the point where I can see the muscle working.
He doesn't answer for long e
