You tend to travel a lot. My stomach roiled. I thought about what Wyn had said the day before. About what Edin had told me. He’d been on his own for so long. I pictured Edin walking alone for miles across the Wastes. Just walking. That was what he’d been doing when he found me in that sinkhole. I hated it. I hated the thought of it. Did he get lonely?
