Chapter Sixty-One
Jay hadn’t said a word since leaving Security Control. Damien was a few paces ahead, following Denton, with his damp undershirt and sweat-beaded arms, across the polished concrete floor of the strangely donut-shaped corridor. He was starting to realize how unfulfilling it was to know the truth about his past. It didn’t fill any magic gap. It seemed like nothing could fill that gap now. Nasira was right. This changed nothing. He would be empty forever.
He stumbled; shot a hand out against a cell door, leaned against it. He’d killed Nasira. She helped him, and he just killed her. It wasn’t poetic or heartbreaking or devastating or any of that s**t. He screwed up and now she was dead.
Peering through the tiny square window in the cell door, Jay saw a prisoner curled up on
