Logan
Ryatt and Evander walk out of sight across the bridge connecting the barracks to the main streets of the city. I look out of my old bedroom window at the sunny glare casting shadows over the valley. The shadows move as the clouds dart across the sky toward the castle, toward my wife, who I’d much rather be with right now than here.
I… I don’t have anything to pack. Anything that meant anything to me–my laptop, my f*****g glasses–were lost in the shipwreck. I have the clothes on my back, and even those were borrowed from who-knows-where, left on the dresser in Brie’s bedroom by the ghost that haunts her house.
She’s all I have, and it’s not like I can pack her in my duffle bag and take her with me.
I crank open the window to let in some fresh air to cut through the overwhelming
