The drive to the city steals the afternoon away. Traffic is a waste of my time and every second I waste is another second Noah is in the hands of Cleis, Jada is unaccounted for, and Emi in danger. I need to put more effort into the flying thing. For now, all I can do is step on the gas and navigate traffic with all the expertise I can muster. Which basically accounts for Noah teaching me how to drive in the parking lot. My lack of expertise shows as cars honk and drivers probably curse at my professional swerving skills.
My last moments with Noah play as an ongoing reel in my head. It feels like he’s been gone for 10 years but it’s only really been 10 hours. So that means it feels like Jada has been gone for a century, and I can’t even remember what was the last moment we shared, or the
