*Nathaniel*

Every part of me is on high alert. As Claire drives and the jar containing the ashes of my friends rests in my lap, I am aware of every breath she takes, every squeal of the tire as she turns a little too sharp on some of those curves, and even the beating hearts of the humans in the cars next to us.

I know I am missing something. How could I have been so naïve? Here were my friends being targeted and I didn’t even know.

It brought a million questions to my ...