I sat staring at nothing. Not awake, not asleep. Somewhere in between. I thought of my mother and my father. The anger I felt for him lessened, though at times still overwhelmed me.
Jonah sat up and filled a syringe with water. He opened Fulton’s mouth and forced it as far to the back as he could. He filled it again and did the same with Talin.
“Do you think they will live?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he whispered, stroking Talin’s neck.
Jonah stood and walked to the fire. The fire brightened when he moved the burning wood and placed two more logs onto it. I watched him in the firelight. He was strong and sure of himself ... two things I had never been.
He came back to the open space next to Fulton and sat down, careful not to step on him. Once he was back in his spot he pulled his blan
