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believe everything you hear.”
I catch his double meaning. Acknowledge it. “Touché, Mr.
Castle.”
A pause. “You are French, Ms. Ferrars?”
“My mother, perhaps.” I look away. “So where is your
proof?”
“This entire movement is proof enough. We survive
because of these truths. We seek out food and supplies from
the various storage compounds The Reestablishment has
constructed. We’ve found their fields, their farms, their
animals. They have hundreds of acres dedicated to crops.
The farmers are slaves, working under the threat of death to
themselves or their family members. The rest of society is
either killed or corralled into sectors, sectioned off to be
monitored, carefully surveyed.”
I keep my face blank, smooth, neutral. I still haven’t
decided whether or not I believe him. “And what do you
need with me? Why do you care if I’m here?”
He stops at a glass wall. Points through to the room
beyond. Doesn’t answer my question. “Your Adam is healing
because of our people.”
I nearly trip in my haste to see him. I press my hands
against the glass and peer into the brightly lit space. Adam
is asleep, his face perfect, peaceful. This must be the
medical wing.
“Look closely,” Castle tells me. “There are no needles
attached to his body. No machines keeping him alive. He
arrived with three broken ribs. Lungs close to collapsing. A
bullet in his thigh. His kidneys were bruised along with the
rest of his body. Broken skin, bloodied wrists. A sprained
ankle. He’d lost more blood than most hospitals would be
able to replenish.”
My heart is about to fall out of my body. I want to break
through the glass and cradle him in my arms.
“There are close to two hundred people at Omega Point,”
Castle says. “Less than half of whom have some kind of