"You look exactly like her, you know," Atlas said, leaning against the doorframe of Elise's room. "Our mother."
Elise froze, her hands hovering over the tactical gear she'd been packing. She didn't turn around, but Atlas saw her shoulders tense.
"How would you know? You never met her."
"I've dreamed of her. Ever since the light found me." Atlas stepped into the room. "Black hair with that strange silver streak. Eyes that shift between brown and gold."
Elise finally turned, her face a careful mask. "That's impossible. No one dreams of people they've never seen."
"The light carries memories. You said it yourself." Atlas sat on the edge of her bed. "I've seen her in a white lab coat, working with something glowing. I've seen her arguing with Marius. I've seen her holding a baby."
"Stop.
