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.

He knew I would avoid the roadways, he knew I would utilize the dark cover of the rail yard, and he had already placed his heavy containment units at the next switching junction. The train wasn’t our path to freedom; it was a rolling metal trap that was carrying us directly into the center of an organized ambush.

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