Twenty-five
The laughter already felt out of place to Ryann. The last few minutes seemed dream-like, with Tris and Brice joking and working together. It should have filled her with confidence, but instead it left a crack for the doubts to creep in. Not doubts over the decision to do this—with cold logic, she knew it made sense—but she feared the plan would fail. There were too many unknowns.
When Brice reached the top of the ladder and opened the hatch, rain speckled her face. That, she had to admit, felt good. But she couldn’t look up, not without calling up some pretty limiting filters. The light Brice and Tris gave off was too strong.
And that was their only protection. She struggled to believe she was letting them go through with this.
“Storm’s worse,” Brice said.
“Then we do
