Chapter 37

• ISLA
• Like an idiot, I don’t stop to question Bryce. But I suppose that makes sense with my history. When told to run, I always run. It’s a habit born of self-preservation, a way to ensure I’m not harmed by the monsters that have driven the story of my life.
• The bright sun warms my skin, but I still feel the draft of the cold since Bryce is no longer touching me. My feet kick up the dirt as I maneuver through the trees.