Micah shook his head. “No. I’m made of this place.” It was such a simple way of saying it, but the meaning was anything but. That’s what Johnny had always believed, too. That we were made in the dark. Forged from the shadows of this forest as creatures that were created to survive only here. I’d felt that, too. In fact, I was sure that was what was wrong with me. Why I’d never been able to feel like I belonged anywhere else.
