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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Home.
Home.
What does he mean?
I part my lips to ask the question and his sneaky smile is
the only answer I receive. I’m embarrassed and excited and
anxious and eager. My stomach is filled with beating drums
pounded into synchronicity by my heart. I’m practically
humming with electric nerves.
Every step is a step away from the asylum, away from
Warner, away from the futility of the existence I’ve always
known. Every step is one I take because I want to. For the
first time in my life, I walk forward because I want to,
because I feel hope and love and the exhilaration of beauty,
because I want to know what it’s like to live. I could jump up
to catch a breeze and live in its windblown ways forever.
I feel like I’ve been fitted for wings.
Adam leads me into an abandoned shed on the outskirts of
this wild field, overgrown by rogue vegetation and crazed
bushlike tentacles, scratchy and hideous, likely poisonous to
ingest. I wonder if this is where Adam meant for us to stay. I
step into the dark space and squint. An outline comes into
focus.
There’s a car inside.
I blink.
Not just a car. A tank.
Adam almost can’t control his own eagerness. He looks at
my face for a reaction and seems pleased with my
astonishment. His words tumble out. “I convinced Warner I’d
managed to break one of the tanks I brought up here. These
things are designed to run on electricity—so I told him the