“It’s like we’re all drowning, and you’re burning.” She’s scaring me. I force myself to laugh. “Graves seems like he can breathe underwater just fine.” Finally, she looks at me. I’m so worried that it’s because I said Graves’s name, not because she trusts me. “He’s screaming. It looks a lot like breathing, but someday he’ll remember he needs to inhale, too.” Maybe none of us will. Maybe all of us will end this screaming.
