know you want to be mad at fate—” “I’m mad at you, killer.” “—but I’m at peace with it. I wish I had more time. With…with the people I love. With the universe. With”—I gesticulate around me—“with the ocean and the trees and…I love this territory so much. But it’s such a privilege, to know that even if I won’t live much longer, Misery is taken care of, and so is Ana.” It’s the first time I’ve verbalized this out loud. And it makes my chest feel at once light as a feather and deep as a crater. “When I die—” “Not on my fucking watch, Serena.”
