Before bed, I read the thumb-sucking kid a children’s book about a woman with two shadows who beats all the odds and becomes an astronaut. Her name is Skys. Like more than one sky, spelled incorrectly. I had to scour the dark web for something this progressive, a book the Department considers too dangerous, a form of propaganda. Someone had been selling it secondhand; I wasn’t sure how they’d acquired it, and they spoke in code when they messaged me from their anonymous profile.
