Chapter 13

The sunset bathed him in light, making Flynn’s eyes appear exceptionally bright.

The whistle for the work shift blew. Flynn hoisted the water crates onto his shoulder and ran toward the distance, turning back to wave at her. The image was vivid and warm, a stark contrast to the desolate land around them.

Irene was momentarily dazed. In that instant, she felt Flynn was more real than the thousand-y