The Reckoning of Noah Shaw

If you spend your life in a house with no windows and no doors, if you’ve never seen a tree reaching for the sky, or felt grass under your feet, or heard a bird’s wings beat the air, your eyes might be open, but how much can you see?

It's been less than a day. Minutes, really, since I watched her through the glass. It feels like an era, like I've seen civilizations rise and fall in the time we've been apart, and now I'm left, staring at the ashes.

I'm so sorry," she said. That was the moment I should have begun to wonder.

I don't care. Honestly, truly I don't. If she's sick of broken or Frankenstein's monster, it doesn't matter. We're all sick. We're all broken. We still have a choice.

Mara is what I want most. She's what I want most in the world.