DeJa'Vu smacked me in the face as the memory from three years ago replayed in my mind;
The cool, salty ocean breeze lashed at my skin as I stood against the rail along the boardwalk. Portland, Oregon was my most recent stop after leaving Black Rock.
The weather here was s**t. It was always cloudy, raining, cold, or all three combined. I missed the sun. I missed home. But there was no going back.
Not when no one understood.
Amora and I had just started our lives together and I was blissfully enjoying it, unaware of the dangers of this world lurking just outside our borders. I wasn’t dumb, I knew that the Eradication was starting, but I never thought it would affect me so soon.
Everyone assumed I should just immerse myself in my work. Continue tracking. Continue going out and p
