Chapter 36

• Gala cast another glance at the building he had just entered—well, only the lobby, really. The wind picked up, and he instinctively pulled his jacket tighter around himself, clutching his backpack close to his chest. What month was it again? October, right? Was the air always this cold in October? He didn't remember it being like this back in Lot 1.
• He had walked quite a distance now, far enough that the towering building was no longer directly behind him, but Gala still turned back to look at it. To burn it into his memory. To steady himself over the decision he had just made.
• Honestly, he didn’t even understand how his mind had moved so quickly—how he’d gone from observation to action in mere moments. Deciding to find his mother. Leaving his monotonous life in Lot 1 behind.