Novel & Cerita Falling Skies 1

More alone than she’d ever been. The next morning arrived wrapped in a cold Los Angeles fog, the kind that softened the skyline and made every sound feel distant. From the window of her small apartment overlooking Downtown, Elara watched the city stir awake with cars humming below, lights flickering on in office towers, and rain clouds gathering like unspoken warnings. She hadn’t slept.

My heart felt like it had been ripped open, and a cold chill flooded me. “What the hell are you doing?” I slammed my fist against the window in fury, desperate to break up the disgusting scene in front of me. The thick glass muffled my voice, but the heavy thudding at least caught their attention. Up on the roof, one of the guys heard the noise too, but he thought I was signaling him to lower the safety rope. By the time Bailey and Derek pushed open the window to look down, I was already being lowered to the ninth floor.

Thank God for Summer; she phoned the hospital and told them to prepare for me before she asked Noah to ease up on the accelerator before we crashed, then she requested that Nathan loosen his grasp. “Won't be long now, Quinn. Get ready to become a Mummy.”