Chapter 7
Makai watched as Nolan hurriedly, carefully, turned each page until he came to the first blank one. He’d purposely left the remainder of the book empty so they could fill it with more memories, more days like this one, and it warmed his heart to see Nolan embrace the idea almost immediately. It was enough to decimate whatever doubt may have lingered deep in the darkest parts of him.
Nolan looked at him expectantly. “How should we commemorate this occasion?”
“Good question.” Makai cast about for paper and pen, neither of which he found within reach. Normally he took to recounting the day’s events in his journal as he lay in bed. It was how he ended his days, reliving the seconds and minutes that brought a smile to his face, or giving voice, in a manner of speaking, to the worri
