Emma sat in her room at the Canadian Sanctuary. Three weeks had passed since her parents were captured. Three weeks of nightmares. Three weeks of pain.
Sophie knocked on the door. "Emma? You need to eat something."
"I am not hungry."
"You have not eaten in two days. Please. You are worrying everyone."
Emma opened the door. She looked terrible. Thin. Pale. Exhausted.
"I cannot stop thinking about them. About what the Division is doing to them."
"I know. But you have to take care of yourself. They would want that."
"They would want me to rescue them."
"You will. Someday. When you are ready."
Emma did not believe that. Did not believe she would ever be ready. Ever be strong enough. Ever be brave enough.
She was just a child. What could she do against the Division?
That afternoon, C
