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found out I turned myself into the Institute. Mum suggested he do it so not to bring suspicion on himself about knowing what I was capable of,” he replies.
    “Sounds like your dad and my dad would get along.” That’s the kind of thing Dad would always think and talk about when the hypothetical scenarios about getting caught were discussed. “So your mum and dad still talk?”
    “Sometimes,” he says but doesn’t elaborate.
    “How come—”
    “Don’t ask me how it is that they can still keep contact but your parents couldn’t. You’ll have to ask them that,” he cuts me off.
    I look down at my hands. The worst thing about having so many questions with no sufficient answer is I feel like I don’t have any control over the situation. I’m at a loss for how I’m meant to feel. If I just stop thinking for a moment and look at the positives, that Mum’s alive, I’m alive, Shilah’s safe, I’m working at making the world a better place, I can accept that. It’s when my brain wants to analyse every little detail that things get fuzzy and frustrating.
    “I guess that’s it for tonight then,” I state coolly. “It’s getting a bit late.”
    We’ve been trying to keep our meetings down to a minimum. Even though I barricaded the door when I snuck out the window earlier tonight, if Drew tries to get in there and succeeds and I’m not there? I don’t even want to think of the consequences.
    Chad stands and reaches out a hand to help me up off of the ground. I know it’s just a simple gesture, but just like when Drew helped me earlier by getting me out of my shift at the restaurant, it annoys me. I just want to say ‘I can do it myself,’ but I don’t. Deep down I know I’m being petty and immature. Accepting his hand, he pulls me up. He leaves his hand lingering on mine a little longer than one would expect. I don’t retract mine either and for a split second I start to wonder what he is doing, what we’re doing.
    I don’t want to keep arguing but I don’t know how to fix it. The frustration is building inside of me. It’s sitting in my chest, urging me to yell or scream or just do something.
    Without thinking, I take a step closer to him. He looks down at me, but doesn’t move away. Our hands are still together, and I’m surprised when he intertwines his fingers with mine. My eyes are locked on his, but neither one of us makes another move.
    A voice startles me from the left, “Well I can see not much has changed with you two.”
    “Shilah?” I ask in disbelief, dropping Chad’s hand. “What are you doing here?”
    “Gee, missed you too, sis. What kind of greeting is that?”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    My arms wrap around Shilah and I vow to never let go.
    “Is this real?” I ask.
    He slaps me on the back of my head as he pulls away from my embrace. “Well you aren’t dreaming.”
    Paxton appears from a car parked on the street. It takes me a moment to recognise him in his civilian clothes. I’m used to seeing him in a suit. He actually looks younger than I remember. “It’s a good thing we caught you two,” he says, interrupting our little reunion.
    “Paxton? What’s going on?” I ask.
    “Well Shilah here, graduated,” he replies, patting Shilah on the back. “We were able to get him out. So now, you can get out too. That was the deal, right?”
    “Seriously? This is really happening?”
    “You want me to slap you again to be sure?” Shilah asks. I shake my head. I don’t, I really don’t. He managed to hit my head right where I smacked it earlier when Chad attacked me. I rub the back of my head where an egg is forming.
    “Nah, I’m all good. Thanks.”
    “So let’s go,” Paxton interjects.
    “I have to go back to the house first,” I say.
    “We need to get out west before anyone discovers you’re gone,” Paxton says.
    “If they search my room, they’ll find the key.” They will also find other incriminating things that I should have gotten rid of a long