Chapter 9: New Day

Delaney

The very next day, we wake up early and head down to the bar, even though it only opens later tonight.

It's strange to wake up in a dark place. There's no way of having access to sunlight here, so torches light the place as well as lightbulbs. Now that I'm used to the thought of being free, it's easier for me to take in the details of the place, and honestly, I'm amazed at how all of this was put together.

I want to know more about the place. When did our kind start building it? Who was behind it all? How is it possible that a place like this with so many people slid beneath the radar of the very people who want us oppressed?

There's so much more to this story that I want to know.

Francesca is already there, even though all the chairs are on top of the tables. She seems to be mixing fruits in a blender. When she sees us both, she smiles and says, "You're early."

"Yeah," Paola says before sitting on one of the high stools near the bar. I do the same.

"Your brother was here