The Naturalist (The Naturalist #1)(102)

I like this woman.



They’re carrying me away.

Red and blue lights wash over the trees.

EMTs pull at my clothes, detaching the tubes.

I expect the face of the paramedic to be my own.

But it’s not.

I don’t even think I’m here.

I decide I’m not.

I’m back at that campus pizza parlor with my students. Juniper is looking at me. She leans in, our fingers almost touching on the bench between us.

She has Jillian’s face.

This time I don’t pull away. I move closer and cover her delicate hand with mine.

She smiles.