Chapter Thirty
The lights had been turned down for the night by the time I made it back to Bloom Dome. Everything looked the same as it had the night of the fire. I didn’t need to go to Miranda’s to pick Mari up, so I just took the path straight home. Still, I kept looking for damage along the way. But the deaths of three people hadn’t left a single blemish on the Incorporation’s demanded perfection.
I hated it.
A sick feeling boiled in my stomach as I got closer to our home. I rubbed my hand across my mouth, like I could somehow wipe away any trace I’d ever kissed Gideon.
You’re not her. You aren’t Mom.
I stopped in the corridor of our building, pressing my forehead to our door.
Gideon would bring me the information I needed. As simple as that. And since I had the opportunity to fin
