It had been days since I woke up without my mark and honestly I missed it. Things felt a little more normal between me and Scorch now, but our 'normal' wasn't exactly normal.
We walked down an alley and saw a little boy crying, so ran to him. "What's wrong?"
The boy looked up at me. "I-I-I'm lost."
Phillips walked to us. "I know this place well, so we can help you find your way." He smiled kindly.
The little boy nodded, and I picked him up. I walked out of the alley with everyone else. "Who were you with? Where do you live?"
The boy held onto me tightly. "I... I live in the slums... I went downtown to beg with the other kids but got separated..."
I looked to Phillips, but he frowned. "I don't know where the slums are Carissa, sorry."
I nodded, "It's fine." I didn't think he would k
