Chapter Twenty
The music from the atrium trickled into the stairwell. It sounded like old music, from long before the world crumbled, with horns and a melody that seemed suited for sweeping around a ballroom. The music didn’t fit with the concrete stairwell, but somehow the contrast made stepping up into the atrium feel like we’d been transported far away from the prison of the domes.
They’d dimmed the lights, leaving the trees around the edges of the glass as barely more than silhouettes. The sounds of laughter and chatting filtered over the music, most of it coming from by the pond where the children usually played.
“This is way better than I’d hoped it would be.” Gideon beamed.
“It was your idea, and you didn’t think it would be great?” I nudged him with my elbow.
“I didn’t think i
