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He stops the cart in front of me. “If you’d called ahead, we would’ve arranged for a smoother pickup. Please get in, Miss Thorne.” As soon as I’m sitting beside him, I blurt out, “Where’s Kane?” “Unavailable.” “Unavailable how?” “I’m not at liberty to say.” Samuel doesn’t say another word, no matter how many times I ask him about Kane. He merely drives me to a different entrance to the garden and stops. “You can wait here.” “Where’s Helena?” I ask as I step out. “Outside,” he says, then drives away without a single word. I trudge along the cobbled path, my chest feeling so heavy, I can barely stand. Grabbing the bowl full of fish food, I crouch by the pond and toss some in. Sora doesn’t come over or fight the others, mostly swimming by himself at the edge. “Hey, are you also mad at me?” My eyes burn and I throw a few nibbles his way. “I’m sorry I called you fat and an asshole. I take it back, okay? Come over.” The other koi fish eat the food, but he barely opens his mouth. “Sora…please