"But please, when you see an opportunity..." He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. "Ruin them."

And now that you are out? How does the world seem to you?" he says. "Mostly the same," I say. "People are just divided by different things, fighting different wars.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

Ingenuity requires creativity.