He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He’s not dead.
I walk without seeing the path. Without truly hearing the birds, and frogs, and monkeys. I can’t process anything through the funnel of grief narrowing my focus to that one moment. To the sight of my brother falling to the jungle floor.
“Maddie,” Genesis whispers as we crunch into twigs and push dense clumps of brush aside. “I need you to keep your head in the game. Don’t make me avenge Ryan all on my own.”
Avenge?
I force the world back into focus. She looks just like her dad.
Fine. Let her avenge Ryan. Genesis is great at revenge.
I have to get back to my brother. But if I run, I’ll just get shot. I need a distraction. Or an opportunity.
I pull free from my cousin’s grip, and when I don’t bolt this time, she leaves me alone.
Genesis thinks I’ve given up. But she’s about to find out just how much we have in common.