Davina's POV

I had been expecting him to break the silence.

But we’d been walking for a while now, and he still hadn’t said a word. I looked at my feet, at the distance, at the sky above—but there was nothing to see except grass and trees and cloudy gray skies.

I felt horrible about Chris, but not horrible enough to regret what I’d said to him. I’d suspected it for a while, and now, the proof was in the pudding: my inexorable transformation from compassionate human to cold, hard ...