The Girl
My sister-in-law Katherine Spadros had changed in the two years since I’d last seen her. Now fifteen, her face had lost its baby fat, and although she’d not developed much of a womanly form, she’d grown taller, and strong. I blinked at her, stunned. “What on earth are you wearing? And what have you done to your hair?”
She touched her formerly long auburn hair, now dyed black and cut to her chin. Then she flung her arm to her side. “It’s how I want it,” she said defiantly. “It’s certainly none of your concern.”
Morton smirked, his hands still firmly grasping Katherine’s shoulders. “I take it you’ve been introduced.”
I sighed. “Indeed.” We had to get her out without the entire quadrant knowing. “Put your mask back on.”
Katie frowned. “Why?”
A door opened and shut from far off,
