For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

finally stepped backward off the porch, retreating into the deep shadows of the old oak tree.

The moment her feet touched the grass, the gentle older brother disappeared entirely, and the engineered weapon known as Number Seven took full control of my consciousness. I took a slow, deep breath, consciously lowering my heart rate to a steady sixty beats continue reading …