Maya didn't sleep that night.
She sat by the fire, staring into the flames, her mind racing. A sister. She had a sister. Someone who shared her blood, her grandmother's eyes, her mother's bone structure. Someone who had been taken from her before she even knew she existed.
Sasha sat beside her, silent, waiting.
"I keep thinking about her," Maya said finally. "About what she must have felt. When they took her. When they experimented on her. When she realized no one was coming to save her."
"She survived."
"She survived because she had to. Because she didn't have any other choice." Maya's voice cracked. "What kind of life is that? Just surviving?"
"The kind of life we all lived. Before Haven. Before we found each other."
Maya was quiet for a moment. "Do you think she can be saved? Aft
