“I just want to be a normal person. Someone who does normal things. Like watch sunrises and sunsets, or go wherever I want without being hunted or abducted. Is that too much to ask?”
My voice ricochets around Oliver’s kitchen like broken glass. I’m sitting at his table with my head buried in my hands, shouting at no one in particular. I probably sound unhinged, but I don’t care.
“Uh… Eden?”
Oh. Right. I’m not alone. I keep forgetting that. Being on my own for so long, it’s almost second nature to erase the people around me.
“Hum?” I grunt without lifting my head.
Sam’s voice comes cautiously, like he’s approaching a wild animal that might bolt or bite. “Where did you come from?”
Finally, I lift my head, pinning him with a stare. The question slams into me like a trap snapping shut. H
