Finally, I shake myself and look away. It’s too hard to think of Mom, let alone thinking of her in some other light than what I know is true. “No, you must be thinking of someone else.” “Mya Norfolk? I’m not thinking of someone else. She was Mya Upstart back then.” My thundering heart is back and I shake my head. She has to be wrong. Mom grew up a Middle and gave a Lesser boy her lunch when she was young. It was what got me started on my journey to help the Lessers. Isabel sighs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” She’s so sure of it, and she seems truly sorry she had to be the one who broke the news. These are the things convincing me she tells the truth, but if it’s all true, what about the truths I was told growing up? A rumbling breaks the silent air, and thoughts of Mom will have to wait. Isabel and I move slowly to peek at the road. Nothing’s there. Isabel looks up and points. Frowning, I follow her gaze. It’s a flying transporter, several miles in the distance, and it’s rising toward the sky.
