At the memory of that touch, her eyes stung, and she blinked, feeling the unexpected dampness on her lashes. She never cried. What would be the point?She backed up and sank down on the cot, rolled onto her side, and curled into a tight ball as though she could shut out the world. But he would be back soon, and she needed to decide what to tell him. If anything.The Agency was all she knew. All she had ever known. They had created her, brought her up. She owed her very life to them and without the medicine they provided for her daily, she would die.All that was true. But recently, she had come to hate her very existence. She had spent all her life at the Agency, but sometimes, out on a mission, she would watch people go about their lives, and the craving to be part of the world had grown inside her until it was a constant companion.But she wasn’t a person. She was a thing the Agency had made in a test tube then trained as a weapon. She belonged to them. But she didn’t want to kill for the Agency anymore.
