Mirelle
Mirelle“This is your home?” I touch the thick glass window, curved, that looks out over the city center.
“It is now,” Lanz says. “We bought it for you.”
My chest tightens, like I’m warding off his words. I don’t want to accept their attention, be the object of such importance in their lives. I have to get off this planet and back home. Still, it’s exquisite.
“I’ve never seen…” I trail off. The sleek metal and glass structures are a far cry from the shanties we cobble together on Jesel. My eyes are back to normal now, thank Mother Earth, and I can see just as well as ever.
“Zandia still has areas that are completely devastated from the Finn.” Domm adjusts something on the door. “But much progress has been made here in the capital.”
I touch the glass with both palms; it’s cool
