“You remember that first day?” Zee asked, his eyes still closed. “The day we arrived in Furnace, in the prison.” “Yeah, of course,” I said, picturing the bus ride, the elevator doors opening onto a nightmare. “Feels like a billion years ago.” He opened one eye in time to see me nodding. “I’m glad I was there,” he said, his words almost unintelligible now. “Seriously?” I asked. “I’m glad I was there. With you.” And then he was gone, snoring gently, his head lolling against Lucy’s.
