Cornelia looked up at the moon and remembered that night not long after she and Euphemia had arrived in Area 11, when she'd found Euphemia gazing out at the moon and the city and, quiet likely, their new lives.

What kind of life had Euphy been hoping for, back then? Why had she been allowed along, aside from her own stubbornness? Why-

There was no point in second-guessing any of those decisions, Cornelia knew. It was far too late for any of that.

She'd never again run her fingers through Euphy's hair.

Cornelia clenched her fists, quietly making a vow.