Candace

At the tree line where the half-destroyed woods give way to the large, open area full of all the various delegations’ colorful tents, someone laid out piles of clothes for anyone drawn into the Haze. I hover nearby, waiting for a moment when no one is looking.

I can’t let them see the burning mark on my collarbone. If someone asks me anything, I’m going to lose the shreds of composure I gained sitting alone after Hollis left and break down, which I absolutely ...