“Nightmare?”
“Sweet dream.”
“Dreamed of my mom again?”
“Yes, the best dream,” Ben stressed his words.
It was the day of the relocation, of knowing the truth (?), of whatever the s**t would happen.
On the bottom floor of the dormitory was the hall, where the health check-up clinic booth had been organized last time. On this day, the space was open wide. One metal gate stood in front of them. Curious, of course, they were. The line of people was horizontal, ordered by the date of arrival. They were unsettling and anxious.
Ben, Alex, and Sarah stood on the front line because they were the first residents, and the silver head was next to Alex. The Thomas siblings were behind him and in the middle of the crowd were the teenagers from San Bosa. Yawning, a bit boring, the amber eyes swi
