The Weight of Distance

Thorne

“I’m worried about Clara.” I confess, pushing away my dinner.

“You still haven’t been able to connect?” Dane inquires, looking up from his own meal. We’re on the road today, in between territories and enjoying a rare night free of politics – though not free of stress. This is the first time I’ve been able to stop moving all day, and I know I have a long night of research and preparations f