Dead. Brandon’s dead.
Wasn’t gonna come back. Too much shame. No one wants a failed hero. I’m dead though. Maybe there’s value in a dead man. These are my last words.
Went back to our safehouse. I’d left to meet a runner. Passed her some money. My last good deed. I stepped into the house. An arrow of blood painted on the wall. I knew. I still followed. The arrows took me
to the bedroom. Brandon was there. Neck snapped.
Just like Caleb. Just like my son.
Black feathers on the floor spelled “Run”. So I am. I’m in my car, almost out of town. I’m still not safe.
I know this is it. I feel it. Even so, I’m not done running.
Never stop running.