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.

completely unchanged.

I leaned my head out past the edge of the iron boxcar, my eyes tracking the path of the tracks as the train barreled through a deep rocky cut in the hills. The night sky above the ridge line was clear, but as I scanned the horizon, my tactical awareness registered an ominous, unnatural shape moving along the parallel highway. A continue reading …