In Between Minds: Telling Truth

I looked up at Martin and Ksensiya, seeing hatred and forced sympathy in their gazes. Val was right, had always been right, and now I had to get us away. My hand shook as I dragged it through my hair.

"You want to know what I did?" I asked, my voice shaking too. "I wish I could tell you..."

Martin snorted and folded his arms, Kseniya placed a gentle hand on him and waited.

"You say you were created because of people like me. But there isn't any, not like me."

_Kat, what are you doing?_

_We can't escape, Val. They have to let us go._

I was right and she knew it, so I continued, "They used to say that no one escaped sane from Camp 32. And they were right. I am not sane."

My audience frowned, Kseniya sat down and I directed my words to her. "Ekaterina is but one of three. I'm the one most capable with others. Then there's the one who remembers our lessons. She and I work together," I said.

"And the third?" Kseniya asked.

I motioned away from us, toward the dead train and said, "She remembers Camp 32."