Patrick
I have been curious about Edgar since he arrived here. He was able to remember who he was, but like me, he only remembered what happened after we shifted. I was glad not to be the only one to survive their captivity. Mike was a good kid, but he didn’t completely understand what I had been through.
“Hello, Edgar,” I said as I approached him at the dining table. “My name is Patrick.”
“You’re the other survivor?” he asked, and I nodded. “Sit down, Patrick.”
I sat beside him on the bench and filled a glass with juice. Edgar looked in better shape than I was. He still had a dark spot on his neck from where the neos spiked him. I rubbed the side of my mine as I remembered the sensation of the venom burning into me. It healed after a week, but the spot felt different tha
