But he does. He nods, lowers his voice until
he’s almost whispering. “You said the same things Seth did, Ramsey,
just a few hours ago. If Kelly were doing fine, you might have been
the one to change the code on me when Ben asked you to. Don’t shake
your head like that, you knowyou would’ve done the same
thing, Ramsey, Iknow you would have. Hell, I
might’ve, in your shoes.”
Ramsey shakes his head again. “You’re not
like us,” he says, his voice a soft rumble like distant thunder.
“You said it yourself, Jeremy. You never gave up hope.”
“And I still haven’t.” Conlan takes a
step closer to his friend, dares to place a hand on his shoulder.
Ramsey’s anger seems to deflate at the touch. “I’m not saying to
pack up and leave this all behind. This is our home.I grew
up here, I belong here—I’m not about to give in just because things
aren’t working out for us. I’m not saying we should give
up.”
From behind Conlan, Maclin asks, “Then what