Chapter Fifteen
The heat of the shower stung the skin on Nola’s shoulders, but she didn’t turn the temperature down. She knew she should hate herself for standing in hot water, washing with fresh-scented soap while the workers who had fought against the guards trudged toward the city. Toward the dark and unknown.
She took a deep breath, letting the steam fill her lungs.
It’s their own fault they were sent away.
That doesn’t make marching into the darkness less frightening.
She shut off the water. The urge to run filled her again. To find a way outside the glass and just keep running until there was nothing left to run from.
But there was nowhere to run to. There was nothing to run to. She stepped onto the tiny landing that joined her and her mother’s bedroom to the bathroom.
“Nola,”
