The silence is deafening. Every bump in the road echoes around the second van that carries just Brody and I.
Ghost is with the rest of the team just ahead of us, and for once, I wish he was here… sitting next to me. I can’t find the words to say, and it seems as if Brody can’t either.
I’ve been at the academy for months, and not one time did he allude to the fact that he was my Brody.
Glancing over, I see he’s still in the same position that he’s been since we started the two-hour journey. The drivers seem to understand the gravity of the situation, so I’d be shocked if it took us that long. There are no windows in the rear of the van, but you can feel the vibration from the speed at which we’re travelling.
“She doesn’t know,” Brody whispers under his breath. His voice is so quiet,
