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I have to know Even if our last encounter left a bad taste into be behind that barbed fence being guarded by all those uns I can’t wait until I’m on some van headed God knohere to learn he’s not headed there, too--to discover that he’s been shipped off to a detention camp with all the rest of the carriers and that I will never see hiain I’ll never knohat happened to hie of her fills e, Brock, it see?"
Out of the corner ofh to read ent Stiles’s answer That I care about so your pardon?" She slides the papers into her satchel efficiently, already finished here and eager to move on
"You said you had other houses to visit nearby Other carriers Did any of the me "I believe so Gilbert Ruiz scored perfect on his ACT And his co He can write code and hack into the world’s h me Just Gil? Not Sean I see the buses inshoved onto them Their wide eyes, their faces stark and haunted My sto that Sean possesses soet hiot" She fumbles for another sheet and hands it tofor her to say another na Only the essentials It’s not a summer camp"
"No one else from Keller?" I press
She turns for the door "You’ll see for yourself to free
She looks back at , aith curiosity "Who do you want to be there, Davina?"
Heat swa their surprise They wouldn’t have expected row so attached to another carrier
"Co special about hiive her Sean’s na to ency rationale
She considersActually, I’ve had to cross one carrier off my listturns out he preferred suicide" She says this like it’s nothing "I suppose a carrier charish to charht be an assetespecially if his presence there makes you more at ease Maybe he could fill the vacancy What’s his na with me or not "Sean O’Rourke"
She nods "We’ll look into him"
And I don’t knohether to believe her or not, but the tightness in ht not be headed to a detention ca with me--to a place where we can both find a future
Phone call froive you your daht about this"
TWENTY-ONE
I’M WAITING WHEN THE VAN PULLS UP THE driveway Three figures sit in the back, two people in the front, one of whoent Stiles The sun hits her sleek hair, firing it al in a deep breath, I turn and locate ave el A few changes of clothes and an extra set of shoes The bag hangs lightly in my hands
My parents come down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell Even Dad stayed hos reat," he ainst my hair "They know you’re special That’s why they chose you You’re not like the others--"
I pull away, cutting him off "I’ll miss you, too, Dad" I can’t hear him say that I’m not like the othersthat I’m better than all the rest of them Not when I don’t know if it’s true
To know that, I have to know that what’s inside them isn’t insideexcept that I’ to learn and oals and new dreaent Stiles The wo h we know no such thing I let her say it It seeging her
I turn to my brother and a lu ot your back"
"I know"
His voice lowers so that only I can hear "You come home if it doesn’t work out I’ll help youThere are places you can go, hide"