When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

more thing he was carrying.

“Some people said you were stupid for letting me in,” he said quietly.

I shrugged. “They’re not entirely wrong.”

Kyle blinked. “What?”

“I got lucky,” I said. “You were you. You were cold. You were scared. You weren’t dangerous.”

Kyle frowned. “So you wouldn’t do it again?”

I looked at him, really looked at him.

“I would,” I said.continue reading …