“Queen Elizabeth’s father?”
“No.” George gives me a strange look. “George the seventh, Elizabeth’s great grandson.”
“Oh.” I gnaw on my lip. “Do you know a boy about my age called Will?”
“Never heard of him,” he says. I sink into the only chair in the room. It creaks as it adjusts to my weight. What if Will isn’t here?
George holds a small black device up to my face and presses a button. A light blinks on and off. He turns his back to me and fiddles with something sitting on the table against the wall.
“Name?”
“Lucy,” I say, before it occurs to me someone might know the other girl’s name.
“None of those airs, girl. You are a Monitor now,” he tells me. I keep my mouth shut not sure what I’ve said wrong. Tiredness seeps into my body. There is nothing left for me. I tried to end my life
