‘Can you believe that? They renamed her Sonya.’ He coughed. Or sobbed. Something. His eyes glistened in the gloom. ‘And WICKED’s so mean about it. They won’t let me see her, and I’ve had to pretend that I’ve forgotten it all or they … punish me.’ Thomas was stunned. For the first time since the man named Randall had hurt him, he felt a sudden and shocking anger towards the people behind it all. Towards WICKED. Here stood a boy, a few dozen feet from his own sister, and he couldn’t even pretend to know her.
