Jonah’s POV

I steer my car through the crowded streets of Virellion, gripping the wheel as if my life depends on it. My knuckles are pale and rigid, my fingers locked in a tight vise. Buildings and intersections pass by in a haze, places I’ve seen countless times before but that now seem alien to me.

Everything feels unfamiliar. Devoid of meaning.

Just like me.

Loneliness isn’t new to me. It’s been a constant figure in my life, ...