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.

to expose the inner workings of the project. The selective nature of their search was a clear message: they were here for Number Seven, and they were willing to tear our lives apart to reclaim what was theirs.

I stepped back out into the narrow hallway, my gaze locking onto the final door at the end of the corridor—the entrance to my own bedroom. Unlike continue reading …