C8 EIGHT

Dear Absence

SAM

By his dear absence. Let me go with him.

— William Shakespeare, Othello

"I WANT TO COME with you."

Drake smiled, kissed me and slung a backpack over his shoulders. "Who will take care of Ana?"

I frowned, knowing he was right. I could leave her with Luke and Lucy, but with everything going on, I couldn't be away from her that long. "Can't you train here?"

"No