I caught up with Brin at the platform just as the monorail was slowing at our stop. “You made it!” she cried, giving me a quick hug. Her honey-colored hair was pulled back from her face in a loose braid, and wisps escaped to frame her heart-shaped face.
We took the same seats we had earlier in the day, leaving the two opposite us for Kyer and Lyra. On the way to their stop, Brin made me tell her all about what had happened at the Health Center, though I didn’t share the bit about the woman on the train afterward. It still shook me up too much. For the rest of the ride, my gaze kept trailing over to the screen tacked on the wall of our train car. Part of me waited for that single red light to start blinking.
It didn’t.
I still felt as if I were being watched.