Leora blinked as she returned to consciousness. A doctor with purple-hued skin and horns leaned over her, taking her blood. Her body and hair had been cleaned of the agrifarm dirt and she wore a white tunic or gown of some kind.
She licked her dry lips. “Where’s...my daughter?”
She’d seen this same doctor take Lamira away from the agrifarm. It had terrified her. She’d been lucky getting placed in the agrifarm when she was pregnant with Lamira. When Johan, Lamira’s father, had died in the rebellion, she’d managed to remain undetected, her position as a factory worker never questioned. The factory had closed shortly after and she’d been transferred to the agrifarm, where she kept her head down to keep them both safe. The farming required limited interaction with the guard and foremen. They
