Chapter 38

• I studied the carefully made map that Ezra drew in our book. The perfect lines, the tidy handwriting. I felt so stupid even thinking it, but it felt like him, and it made me like him even more. It was dangerous, and there could be no happy ending for me, but it was the one thing that maybe kept me sane, keeping me present.
• He didn’t ask what I planned to do. He knew that he had done his part. I was unsure if he wanted to help with potential bloodshed and another for him helping me and pretending to stay out of it.
• “Dominick isn’t well; if he needs reprise, he can find it in the forest under the shade,” I suggested.