Chapter 472

• "Eliza, lunch is on the table," Annie called.
• It was the weekend, and I was curled up in my room, still reflecting on the things I had discovered about Dilan. I spent days thinking about the implications that the migration plan would have for people like him. Although humans could not see the dark monsters or the Devourer, nor were they their targets, what would happen to people like Dilan?
• "Eliza? Are you okay?" Annie approached and sat down next to me.