“Maybe when I’m Overseer, I’ll change that,” I joked.
She laughed and snuggled against me. “Oh, so you want to be Overseer now.”
I didn’t respond. Out the window, everything blended together in a dirty shade of light gray—the sky, the concrete wall hemming in the monorail track, the faint glimpse of the white-capped waves I could see beyond the wall. I needed a place Kyer and I could retreat to, out of sight of the screens, away from the Monitors, beyond the reach of the Officers. Somewhere all our own…
Out there.
On the other side of the monorail track, away from the Colony. That might work.
But was it possible?
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