Mother
“You need to be quiet.” Ben was rubbing his hands from the cold while I played with my necklace. It was the last thing my mother gave me before she left. No one knew where she went, whether she was dead or a morph or something more sinister, if there was such a thing. The necklace was a simple chain with a golden heart-shaped locket. Inside, there were pictures of my mother and father before the world went upside down. Before the morphs. Before the government abandoned their people.
