Alden wants to go with me to the
Bridge but I tell him no. He’s done too much already and probably
can’t talk his way out of any of it now, but I don’t want to get
him in any deeper than he already is.
Max likes him. Maybe she’ll believe
whatever story he comes up with to explain why he drove me to the
Bridge, but I can’t let him follow me any farther.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper,
hefting my bag over my shoulder and avoiding his eyes.
“Me too.” He sits behind
the wheel of the Jeep and the engine idles in the darkness. The sun
is gone now, the camp unlit to keep it hidden from the rebels.
We’re at the edge of the encampment, the ground sloping away
beneath me in a rocky tumble that’s hard to navigate by day and
will be impossible without light, but I’m going to go for it
anyway. I
