Elijah
More than anything, I just wanted this day to end. I wanted the chain off that gate, and I wanted to drive away from the Reformatory, and never look back.
But it’s always been my place to watch over it. The thought came into my head, unbidden. If I hadn’t been aware of Mayah’s games, I would have sworn it was me, as Henry Fisk, reminding me that I had some ties to this building. Either way, no thanks.
Tony and I emerged out into the sunlight, and its brightness only made my head throb more insistently. I decided to get the worst part over with first: the basement. “Okay, who wants to go with me to get the kit out of the basement?” Even in broad daylight, I didn’t want to go down there alone.
“I’ll help you,” Tony said with a shrug. “I mean, it’s like afternoon, how bad can it be
