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My breath catches. “It was an empty field? Barren? Totally
abandoned?”
“Yeah.”
“The nuclear field,” Adam says, a dawning realization in
his voice.
“What nuclear field?” Kenji asks.
I take a moment to explain.
“Holy crap.” Kenji grips the steering wheel. “So I could’ve
died? And I didn’t?”
I ignore him. “But then how did they find us? How did they
figure out where you live—?”
“I don’t know,” Adam sighs. Closes his eyes. “Maybe Kenji
is lying to us.”
“Come on, man, what the hell—”
“Or,” Adam interrupts, “maybe they bought out Benny.”
“No.” I gasp.
“It’s possible.”
We’re all silent for a long moment. I try to look out the
window but it’s very nearly useless. The night sky is a vat of
tar suffocating the world around us.
I turn to Adam and find him with his head tilted back, his
hands clenched, his lips almost white in the blackness. I
wrap the sweaters more tightly around his body. He stifles a
shudder.
“Adam . . .” I brush a strand of hair away from his
forehead. His hair has gotten a little long and I realize I’ve
never really paid attention to it before. It’s been cropped
short since the day he stepped into my cell. I never
would’ve thought his dark hair would be so soft. Like melted
chocolate. I wonder when he stopped cutting it.
He flexes his jaw. Pries his lips open. Lies to me over and
over again. “I’m okay.”
“Kenji—”
“Five minutes, I promise—I’m trying to gun this thing—”
I touch his wrists, trace the tender skin with my fingertips.
The bloodied scars. I kiss the palm of his hand. He takes a