They took me to the Health Center, struggling every step of the way. The Officers didn’t care—their faces were masks, emotionless against my cries. They half-dragged, half-pulled me down empty, nighttime sidewalks. Where were all the people I had spoken to earlier, who I had hoped would rally behind me and help me change things? At home asleep, most likely, or busy working. Wherever they were hiding, they couldn’t hear me plead and cry and argue with the automatons who carried me away to certain death.
I didn’t want to conform to the Colony’s idea of who they wanted me to be. I loved Kyer. I wanted a life with him—here, if possible, but elsewhere if not. I didn’t want to wake up in the morning only to lose everything I found in him.
Even the Overseer had said he’d help me, but where was
