Was this the kind of thinking that had caused so many rifts through the Network when we most needed to cooperate? The kind that had made me leave Haley and Cynthia behind and the others out of the loop?
Or was that the kind of thinking that had allowed us to be infiltrated and taken off guard so many other times?
I wanted to be better than the cold, disconnected thing that had held Ben and everyone else at such a distance for so long, but I needed to think clearly.
Loving and dying were no excuse for careless errors.
I fell behind by a few paces, holding Ben back with me by the wrist.
What I’d painstakingly learned of his face over the past year was now half gone and all changed. Without words, I couldn’t tell if he’d guessed my thoughts, much less what he thought of them.
All wistfu
