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.

of rusted iron, old diesel fuel, and the bitter scent of wet creosote-soaked wooden ties.

“We need to find a moving transport, Lily,” I murmured, my eyes scanning the silent tracks for any sign of a local freight train preparing to shift cars toward the main line. “The organization will establish rolling checkpoints on every major roadway within a fifty-mile continue reading …