I didn’t have to look behind me to know that the Traveler’s Bureau had successfully gone up in flames, burning all of Topeka’s records as it fell, including Rinley’s. That is, if they didn’t have a digital copy somewhere, which I’m sure they did. But we didn’t. We didn’t have anything. I closed my eyes, but they still burned. Every part of me burned. Even my memory burned. I could see Lily running and Broden getting arrested. Even worse, I could hear the gunshots as Noah screamed my name. He was shot. He was bleeding. “Don’t cry now, dear,” Anthony cooed from the passenger seat. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “I’m not crying,” I spat, opening my eyes, only to glare. The burn from the ash was worth it. Anthony turned around from the passenger seat to look at me. As his eyes moved over me, he grinned maniacally. He didn’t have any soot on him. Not a single spec.
