EMMA
So how did you and dad meet?
The words stare back at me blankly, seven words on a glaring white screen. I press delete until everything disappears, but even in the empty screen, the question lingers, held in place by a gnawing fear.
"Come on," Sophie says.
I throw my phone into my bag, going over to smooth a hand over my purple button down. I debate whether to tuck it into my jeans or let it just hang out. When I turn, I see Sophie watching me thoughtfully.
"What?"
She opens her mouth to speak then decides against it. She shakes her head. "Nothing."
We head to the dinning hall. Time seems to pass by in a whirl. I barely taste the food, my head buzzing. At the forefront of my mind is my discovery. There are others like me, were others like me. I wonder if there are still others
