[CAMI]
I don’t know how long it’s been since Zeke walked out of the room. Could be minutes. Could be hours. Could be days. Time isn’t real anymore.
All I know is that at some point, I retched up the nothing in my stomach, warm bile spilling down the front of me, burning my throat on its way out. And then I closed my eyes because the smell—the metallic stench of Jake’s blood mixing with my vomit—started to make my brain glitch, my thoughts looping into madness.
That’s when the flashes came. The first time I met Jake. The way he’d crack the worst jokes just to make Claire roll her eyes. The nights we spent crammed into my apartment after a run at the clubs, half-drunk and laughing over takeaway. How safe he felt to have around.
I don’t react when someone unlocks the metal cuffs around my
