Isla The environment in the vehicle is stifled. We are shocked. The pieces have fallen. It will take us some time, I think, to get them. We drop Abigail at home. She reveals to us she'll see us in a couple of days. From the vehicle, I call Amaya, who has effectively heard the report from Harper. She doesn't say thanks to God. She doesn't request that I pass on my congrats. 'It's finished,' is the thing that she says. 'Advise Brock to come tomorrow and I'll converse with him then, at that point.' I ring off and transfer the message to Brock. 'Alright,' he says, escaping the secondary lounge of the vehicle and into the front. At the point when he shuts the entryway, the strain of both of us alone is practically excruciating. I can't really accept that he doesn't feel it. He is so

