Two weeks went by, and the weather turned bitterly cold. After living on the farm where winters were hard to get through, she'd learned to read the weather, knew that, though the winter came early this year, it would be over faster. She didn't care if it lasted forever if she could have Noah in her arms. She'd be happy. She'd wrap him in warm blankets, prepare the best foods for him that would make him strong.
Did the cousins who cared for him keep him warm, feed him regularly? Or were they too scared of the brother on that farm, so they treated Noah like a sinner?
Each night when Azagor came home, he made sure she ate. She spent her days trying to learn about the world around her on the TC. It frightened her to see how much information had been withheld from her. She'd started to question the lifestyle on the farms when she was twelve, but in her wildest imagination, she never thought it possible for cities to be so big. To have machines that could do so much.