“Could there be more? Carriers even unknown to Mother Country perhaps?” Sherman Stackmeyer asked in the back of the small group.
“Yeah, like an outlier. Maybe there is a small percentage of the population with the gene but the tests don’t pick it up,” Selena Blackthorn added. Her blue eyes looked to me and then quickly darted to Charles. Her posture became more rigid and straight. Even other carriers noticed my change. Did the Mother Country too? Or Zwingler?
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Same as here. Everything is upside down and the right path always changing. Always being distorted and almost near impossible to stay on,” Charles said looking into my eyes. I was familiar with Ruth’s story. I read it once while sipping coffee with Ginger in Seaside Books. After Ruth’s husband died, her mother-in-law, Naomi, was the only family member left. She refused to leave Naomi, an Israelite, and traveled with her to Bethlehem. The story ends with love and joy. Ruth finds marriage and the means to support her mother-in-law. “The story of Ruth fascinates me, and it is also the reason I have always been strong against the Mother Country. You see, in the midst of darkness, in a world of chaos, meaning can be found in the most basics of truths. No matter how dark, no matter how bad the world may become, there is always a sliver of light.” He smiled as his blue eyes turned to ice blue. “Mallory, Chad, William, Fredrick. J349. All slivers of light in a darkened sea. You are my sliver of light. My anchor to keep me on the right path. So my vows are from Ruth’s words.” He took my other hand. “Evelyn, don’t entreat me to leave you, and return from following after you, for where you go, I will go; and where you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people; and your God my …show more content…
No tongue or drool. Just lips to lips. Heart to heart. Mother Country had no power in this room. Maybe outside our residency, but not here. Love. Love was the flame of truth and the path to freedom. That was the answer I was searching for. If love didn’t survive, then all really was lost. But not yet. It was in Charles. In Fredrick when he talked about Ella. In Jenna as she worried about the pain in her friend. In friendships and partners of all the dissenters. Love burst through them, guiding those who see it. That was what we needed to do to win. Love. So simple.
“And to think I prepared myself to consol my friend and wipe tears of horror,” Jenna said the next morning. I told her about our marriage vows, and his gentleness, and she blew out a long breath. “I wish I was as lucky as you,” she said with longing.
“Your other half is out there, Jenna. Your paths haven’t crossed yet and when they do, you will recognize it. Maybe not instantly, like in my case, but you never know. Chad loved Mallory at first sight. Didn’t even know her name.” Jenna gave a sad, skeptical nod, but refrained from utter maniacal laughter which was progress. She didn’t have the chance to see what I saw in Wickerton and above the water, so the fact she still even clung to a little hope was astonishing. “How is Fredrick?” I asked changing the