Page 321 of End Game

Not empty.

Never empty anymore.

I sit curled against Micah on the couch, turning my wrist so the two bracelets catch the light.

My new tracking stand is assembled in my bedroom.

There are tulips from Griffin on the kitchen counter—along with all the flowers Dex bought.

The balloons are slowly losing altitude over the dining table.

One of the gift bags is still sitting unopened because apparently Dex bought so much shit he forgot what was in all of it.

And somewhere down the hall is a man who told me he loves me today.

I keep thinking about that.

Not obsessively—maybe.

My phone buzzes.

Dex

FOUND ANOTHER VALENTINE’S PRESENT IN MY CAR

I laugh.

Cami

How

Dex

I THINK I PANICKED IN TARGET

Micah

Sounds believable

Dex

wow

hostile environment

love you both

My chest warms.

Micah looks at my screen as I type back.

Cami

love you too

go do your job

Micah