Jack’s POV
If you’re wondering whether or not I had a plan, the answer is no.
Well, what did you expect? My options were pretty sparse, after all. I could either go to my abusive, alcoholic father, stay with the girl I love but know that I’m responsible for an entire species of humanity not getting back to where they want to be, or I could go off on my own.
I chose Option C.
I stayed in New Zealand. It was the safest bet; blink outside of the country, and there’s a higher chance they can track your blink. I moved to the North Island, though—as far as I could from her.
God, I miss her. It hasn’t even been a week, and my heart still aches just as badly as it did when I wrote her that note.
I’m sorry.
It was so weak. So pathetic. So much less than she deserved.
But what else was I
