Catra slept some, but it was fitful. She knew she was safe at home with Ryan. She knew she was in his bed because she could smell his scent all around her.

Every time she closed her eyes, streaks of brilliant white light flashed across the inside of her eyelids. The light bled into her dreams, turning them violent, frantic, erratic. But she wasn’t quite sure if she was actually asleep, or if she was simply seeing into the future.

A future where the universe was too broken to ...