It was not hyperbolic to say the union saved her life. It was the antidote to the faded vanilla person she’d become. Everyone in this new world had a fire in them; they were enraged. They had strong, definitive points of view. They had energy. The more time went by, the more the urgency of the union’s causes became glaring and her fellow members felt real to Jenny while the other people in the world felt like background noise—like the unawoken.
