Miracle's Pov
The stone bench was cold against my legs. I sat alone in the huge, empty hall. The only sound was the quiet hum of the lights above. Everyone else was already inside Fort Geneva, starting their new lives. I was stuck outside, waiting for a meeting that could end mine before it began.
My bag was on my lap. I held it tight with both hands. Inside was everything I owned. I was not going to let them send me home.
I took a deep breath. You chose this, Miracle. Now you have to fight for it.
The heavy wooden door to the commander's office opened with a soft creak. A girl stepped out. She looked as small and scared as I felt. She was holding a old pink backpack.
She saw me and walked over. She sat down on the bench next to me, not too close.
"Hi," she said, her voice quiet. "I'm Camille Rogers. But everyone calls me Cami."
I wasn't in the mood to talk. "Miracle," I said. It was all I offered.
