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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR
  4. Epigraph
  5. Benjamin
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Nicholas
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Benjamin
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Nicholas
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Benjamin
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Theodore
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Benjamin
  38. Chapter 27
  39. Chapter 28
  40. Chapter 29
  41. Chapter 30
  42. Chapter 31
  43. Chapter 32
  44. Chapter 33
  45. Nicholas
  46. Chapter 34
  47. Benjamin
  48. Chapter 35
  49. Chapter 36
  50. Acknowledgments
  51. About the Author

Now I’m echoing him. Oh. Oh. What if he loses me. What if I lose him. What if all of this goes to hell, and we end up with bullets in our heads, and the Angels standing over our bodies. What if it all goes right, but I turn into a monster that isn’t worth loving. What if all of it is for nothing?

“Then we can figure it out if I come back,” I say. “When we don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Okay,” he says. “Okay,” and he reaches for me and pulls me in until our foreheads touch. Until our noses bump together, and his breath warms my cheek. God, he’s so warm.

This is the last time I will be safe for days, but it might as well be forever. I’m terrified. I could stay here for the rest of time, if the world would just let me.

“When,” Nick says. “When you come back.”

When I come back, we can talk about it. We can face whatever the hell this is. We can figure it out.

When I come back.

“Okay.”

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Fuck no.”

“Nobody in their right mind would be. Here.” He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and slips it into mine. “Promise you won’t read this until later.”

I wonder if it’s the I’m sorry again. “I promise.”

The door creaks open, and we step away from each other. Stale air rushes into the space between us. I have to keep myself from reaching for him, from pulling him back to me, because it feels so empty without him.

Erin steps into the room, face flushed and eyes wide.

“All right,” she says. “It’s now or never.”

Nick offers me an awkward, perfect smile before he puts up his mask. I smile back, the best I can, and step out into the hall.

The three of us walk to the lobby. I swear the hall lasts forever. My mask is down. My sleeves rolled up. What’s left of my heart beating holy, holy, holy in my throat.

We step inside.

John 8:32.

The truth will set you free.

“Uh,” I say. “Hey, guys.” People turn, confused to hear someone raise their voice in the quiet. Then they realize what they’re seeing, all at once, and the silence could kill.

“Hi again.”

It’s not enough. All the planning in the world, all of Erin’s reassurance and Nick’s control, and it’s not enough.