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.

canopy, its multi-lens camera array glowing with a faint, ultraviolet light that pointed directly at my face.

The tracking wasn’t just local; they had real-time aerial surveillance locked onto our position from the moment I disconnected the house breakers. The burner phone in my bedroom wasn’t the beacon; the organization had found another way to trace continue reading …