She was nearly thirteen. Elliot was fourteen. It wasn't fair – he knew what her parents had done during the war and the Freedom. Apparently she was too young. Too innocent, her mother had once said to her father.
But not ignorant. Even now, after the Freedom, life was not picture perfect. Life was still difficult. But less cruel.
She knew unspeakable horrors had happened, she knew from her history lessons. She noticed how the older citizens looked at her parents with unexplained awe. But she didn't know why.
She'd never met her Aunt Prim.
Casey had never met her father.
Her parents had horrific nightmares.
And she was going to find out why.
That night Ulana Mellark learned the truth.