Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2 (The Wayward Pines Trilogy)

by Blake Crouch

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. —John Milton, Paradise Lost

“In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies. I would think a former employee of the federal government could grasp that concept.”

Didn’t wish that his son was growing up in a world where people stared at screens all day. Where communication had devolved into the tapping of tiny letters and humanity lived by and large for the endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new email.

She’d had that effect in their relationship too. He’d spend a day with her that felt like bliss in the moment, then come out on the other side unsure of where he stood. Second-guessing everything.

But like every important, defining moment in his life, it had all roared by too fast.