EMBER’S POV
Had he been waiting for Knox to leave?
“It is,” I agree cautiously.
“The indigenous people believed the lights were spirits of the dead, dancing in the sky.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I like that idea. That the people we’ve lost aren’t really gone. That they’re still up there somewhere, putting on a show for those of us still stuck down here.”
I think about my baby. The one Gale never gave the chance to live. To exist. I wonder if they’re up there too, dancing across the lights.
I wonder if they know that I miss them even though we never met. I wonder who they would have been by now.
“That’s a nice thought,” I say. “I don’t know if I believe it.”
“Neither do I.” Rafael’s smile is small, almost wry. “But it’s nice to pretend sometimes.”
We stand there in silence, watchin
