We Are Redundant

"ID citizen," the watchman growls, as I feign a frantic search of my pockets to buy time. "I said identify yourself, citizen," as he reaches for his cuffs. He doesn't realise. I'm not a citizen. That title was cast away along with everything I ever knew the moment my burn was discovered.

Ivy thought she would be safe, that no one would discover her life-threatening secret. But that's all about to change.