By the time Blake woke up, night had already fallen.
I was sitting beside him with my phone in my hand, studying a picture Ximena had sent from the savannah. The last light of sunset stretched across a field of dry grass, and several tents stood in the distance beneath the darkening sky.
Blake opened his eyes and glanced at the screen.
"Who sent that?"
I handed him the phone.
He looked at the picture, read the message beneath it, and set my phone face down on the nightstand.
"She talks too much."
"She also called you an idiot."
"She's right."
I turned to look at him. "You're not even going to defend yourself?"
"There's nothing to defend."
I watched him for a moment before asking, "Are you planning to keep living like this?"
He lifted his head from the pillow.
"Like what?"
"Sk
