My scream echoes through the tunnel.
“No more calling us that!”
Us.
The second the word leaves my mouth, something shifts.
Because I said us instinctively.
Not them.
Us.
Wu notices immediately.
Of course he does.
His eyes sharpen slightly.
“Your memory is returning.”
Clay steps closer to me instantly.
Protective.
Grounding.
“Hannah, stay with me.”
But I can barely hear him.
The memories keep coming now.
Not whole.
Worse.
Broken.
Sharp.
A little boy crying in a medical chair.
Children lined against a wall during testing.
Avery sneaking crayons into my room after punishment isolation.
Wu is standing behind the glass, watching all of us like rats in a maze.
My stomach turns violently.
“Oh God…”
Avery struggles to push herself upright against the wall.
Blood stains her shirt darker by the second.
Clay notices immediately.
