MARION

“Did you take your medicine, Wildfire?” I asked the moment I stepped into the bedroom.

I’d rushed out of my meeting with my team, postponed half of it, actually, because the only thing on my mind was checking on her. The sun had already dipped, the sky tinted orange and purple. Almost time for dinner.

She was lying across the bed, scrolling through her brand-new white iPhone 17 Pro Max. Her old phone had been ruined in the crash.

“Yes, Marion,” she replied without looking ...