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.

vibrating slightly, a faint, localized heat spreading through my muscle tissue that hadn’t been there for three years. It wasn’t a digital footprint I had left behind in the schoolyard; the old organization had remotely activated a deep-tissue sub-dermal beacon that was hardwired into my nervous system.

Through the dark woods behind us, the heavy crashing continue reading …