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.
“Welcome back to the active grid, Number Seven,” Miller’s voice rasped through the speaker, his tone dripping with a cruel, familiar satisfaction that turned my blood into absolute ice. “We’ve spent thirty-six months tracing your digital shadow, and you almost managed to die of continue reading …
