I sat silently and stared at my shoes while Mother spoke with the man with scary eyes wearing a dark coat.
“You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Cole. I have seen many cases like your child’s and my treatments have proven quite effective.”
Mother gently ran her fingers through my hair. I could feel her worry. I hated worrying Mother.
“I read your pamphlet, Dr. Corialis. You don’t have to sell me on this issue. I just want Vin to get better. It was very generous of your facility to waive the price for us.”
Read More“Hey, mister? Are you playing with those?”
We blinked away the medicated haze when the boy spoke to us. We looked down at the dominoes on the table. “Naw. Just starin’ at ‘em. Hopin’ they got the answer to a way out of this place.”
He sat down across from us, beginning to move the tiles around. “You have to ask them nicely or they won’t help you.”
Read More"Who were you talking to over there?"
I shrugged as Cara led me down the brightly lit hallway. "Another patient."
She gave me an unamused look. "I could see that. Do you know his name?"
"I've heard the guards call him Subject 963."
She raised an eyebrow. "But you didn't ask his name?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
Read MoreI closed my eyes as I hung up the phone. It was only luck that Cara hadn't changed her number in the years since I disappeared on her. I guess it was good I hadn't changed mine either. I was surprised she hadn't just deleted my number after all this time.
I forced myself into a sitting position and leaned against one of the long-abandoned machines in the warehouse. I tried to assess my wounds, touching my aching head and coming away with blood coating my hand.
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