Book 18: But Wait, There's More!

Fallon

I point to the group of orbs bobbing over our heads. Zayn braces his hands against the table, bowing his head for several aching seconds, no doubt soaking in the scene that just played out. I’m past it. I have to be. I have to swallow that painful, involuntary vision deep and let it fester for later, when we’ve both had a moment to think back on it. 

I can’t let him see me hesitate. Not now. Zayn is barely hanging on by a thread as it stands. He has the entire burden of KiloKilo’s future on his shoulders. 

I can cut him some slack. For the night, at least. No more than that, though. I have a reputation as a supreme pest to uphold. 

“You’re missing it!” I hiss, nudging his shoulder. “Look!” 

Several different memories play out within the orbs. Some are mine,