Bryce’s eyes stung as she smiled softly, then read through Connor’s last words to her. Message me when you’re home safe. Bryce began typing. The answer it had taken her two years, nearly to the day, to write. I’m home. She sent the message into the ether, willed it to find its way across the gilded river and to the misty isle beyond. And then she deleted the thread. Deleted Danika’s messages, too. Each swipe of her finger had her heart lightening, lifting with the rising sun.
