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.

dead, stripped of all remaining hope as she stared at the wall of flashing lights sealing our only exit. She didn’t cry anymore; she simply stood there in the orange firelight, her face pale and hollow, accepting the absolute finality of our situation. “They’re never going to let us go, are they? No matter how many of them you fight, they’re just going continue reading …