I’m not sure I want to be a Cobalt these days, and even the thought feels sacrilege. My family is my everything. But I never prepared to be hurt by the people I love. By two Cobalts. By my parents.
See? This started out hopeful (in that sacrilege is the only way one should feel about not wanting to be a Cobalt). BUT THEN... the exposition. Don't tell me about the conflict, SHOW me the conversations.
