Instead of a nap, Graden went to the Emerald Wing. He asked Mari where it was located, as she seemed to trust him a little more than the other women did, and thankfully she showed him. She took him to just down the corridor from it and stopped.
“Be respectful down there,” she said. “A lot of lives were destroyed.”
Graden nodded at her and she retreated, leaving him lingering in the smell of old smoke and invisible hanging fear. He could imagine it had been terrifying for everyone involved.
He found the doorway roped off, smoke damage curling out over the walls and disappearing. He swallowed. Graden had seen a lot of s**t since he’d been kicked out of the family home, been in a few fights, watched people sick and dying. He’d witnessed a murder and numerous beatings, but something made hi
