And the fields were white with grain.

Where has the time gone?

I have made it to the Capitol at last. The glimmering buildings were the colour of flames when our train arrived from the East, the sun falling lazily into the horizon before us, beyond this place. The people are peculiar, all like Darling, who has not stopped bantering on and on, talking about the Tributes, and me and Reoan. She’s convinced that this love thing is going to bring her more press in the Capitol leading up to the Games. She’s hasn’t said it explicitly, but she most definitely insists I stay by Reoan’s side at all times.

Like when we were on the train. I sat in the seat next to Reoan, Darling had left no other place. Rosie and Bran were sitting across the row. Rosie had just stopped crying, Bran still hadn’t spoken. After trying, without success to calm Rosie and Bran, Darling had left them to their own devices and began talking with Reoan. I looked out the window at the passing fields. I wasn’t sure if we were even still in 9. I remember hoping that we were.

“But you two are just going to be the most talked about thing in the Capitol,” She smiled, and her oversized eyelashes caused her to look like her eyes were closed. “Apart from The Games, of course.” She added with a high-pitched laugh, as if it were the funniest thing in the world. As if she weren’t in a train car with two children who were most likely going to die in that Arena.

Reoan was very quiet, but he didn’t stop holding my hand. I understood. We had each other. We weren’t alone.

The accommodations provided are beyond explanation. I thought that Reoan’s home in The Victor’s Village was opulent, but this is over the top. There are all sorts of panels and buttons, I pressed one out of curiosity and a steaming hot cup of tea appeared on the table in front of me. I was shocked.

Reoan is sitting on the couch, silent. I walk into the sitting room and I sit next to him. He puts his arm around me and I say nothing. After all of this movement of the past few days, we just lay in silence and enjoy each other’s touch.

My mind went back to Friday. The Reapings.

When I came out of the bathroom, Reoan had the garment bag lying on the bed. My Reaping dress. Reoan was wearing a simple pastel blue button down shirt with a thin black tie, still untucked from his khaki pants. I rushed over to the bed, still in my towel. “My Reaping dress!” I exclaimed. Reoan’s face melted into melancholic pleasure. He gestured for me to open it. My fingers fumbled with the zipper. I couldn’t imagine what he had in store for me. I certainly was shocked when I finally opened the bag.

It was a simple muted yellow dress, billowy fabric on the bottom and a fitted bodice, and gold flecks lining the neckline. This was the dress that Collina wore when she was Reaped. With Reoan. I felt all the air rush out of me. I sat down on the bed, still holding the dress in my hands. Reoan sat next to me. “I’ve had it, all this time. I thought she would want it. It would be a tribute to her. I had Elyées alter it so it would fit you.” I still couldn’t find words. “You don’t have to wear it if you—”

I cut him off, putting my fingers on his lips. I stroked his cheek and then kissed him deeply. “There’s nothing else I would rather wear.” As I pulled on the dress, it felt like Collina was back with me. Somehow, wearing that dress made me feel stronger.

The next thing I know, I’m standing on that platform. Darling Keikos rambling on about the Hunger Games and what an honour it is to be chosen to represent your district..blah blah blah. It’s what we hear every year. And now that I have seen the damage inflicted even on the one who survives, it takes all I have not to break down right there.

As Darling reached for the girl tribute’s name, I scanned the crowd, I saw Fiore, I saw Elyées with Dr. Everfield. I saw Evelyn. I looked into all of their faces and I saw the devastation.

Rosie. Our girl tribute. Flaming red hair, no more than thirteen but the size of a child much younger. Looking at her as she made her way to the platform, I feel almost guilty that I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t someone I knew whose name Darling called.

She joined Reoan and I on the platform as Darling prepared to call the male tribute. I saw Reoan touch her shoulder in comfort.

Bran. A boy whose dark eyes harbour thoughts that I would rather keep at bay.

And that was it. It was over. But not for me. I scurried down the stairs and in the flurry of activity somehow found my way onto the train. Elysée had found me, I explained that I was leaving.

As I sat in the train, looking at District 9 from inside that vessel that was going to take me away from it for the first time, I really felt the gravity of my decision. And I still feel it now. Every time I look out the window and see the bustling metropolis that exists just beyond the glass I am horrified by the decision I’ve made, by what I’m going to do. The only comfort I take in the situation is sitting right next to me, holding me as our minds survey the landscape.

I can tell it’s eating at Reoan; he has to lead these children, to what he knows is a certain death. How can our small Tributes stand up to the Careers? Reoan was twice their size and he still almost died in that Arena. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” I say in a whisper, wanting to get out of my head.

Reoan sighs shakily. That’s when I feel his tears, and then he tells me.

It’s all in place.

After Reoan and I had our fight, things didn’t really go back to normal for a while. It wasn’t until I received my letter from the Capitol that I understood why Reoan had been acting so strange.

Ms. Salk,

Congratulations on your great successes in the scientific realm. You have truly proven your loyalty to the Capitol and all of Panem. I also wish to extend to you our invitation to come work in a prestigious Capitol Lab on a persisting problem that scientists have not been able to resolve. Mr. Reoan Grenier, Distict 9 Victor, has accepted our request to make all your travel arrangements and look after you during your appointment at the Capitol. In this time of Reapings, it should be viewed as an honor that you have been called by The Capitol to better all of Panem. Your first briefing with the head of the Grain Enrichment Project, Dr. Apollonius Cicino, is on 23rd November at precisely 8:00 AM. When you arrive at your room with Mr. Grenier, a timetable will be waiting for you.

Sincerely,

Vesper Miken
Head of Personnel, Capitol Research Facilities

Reoan had been speaking with the Capitol about me. When I got home from work yesterday, I collapsed into bed with Reoan. He was taking a nap and I quietly climbed under the covers and tried not to wake him. He rolled over just after I had settled in and put his arm around me, his eyes still closed. I took this as an “I’m sorry.” And in the state I was in I didn’t fight him. As hurt as I had felt over the past few days, the thought of all of this happening without Reoan by my side was unfathomable. I slept for about an hour and then slipped out of bed with the summons in my hand and set off towards Evelyn’s house.

I rapped lightly on the door and she answered promptly. “Frida!” She exclaimed in surprise. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight. Please come in.” She opened the door wider and I entered. I still hadn’t said anything.

I held up the letter. “What’s that?” Evelyn asked with obvious concern.

“My summons,” I said, handing over the letter. Evelyn took it and examined the Capitol’s embossed crest on the front. “It came to the lab.” She began to tug the note itself out of the envelope. I had it memorized by that point, down to Vesper Miken’s exact loopy script.

Evelyn read the letter in silence. When she had finished, she looked up at me, “Are you going to be ok?” She asked.

I shrugged. I wasn’t sure of that, myself. “I just keep reading Sharyn’s letter over and over again in my head, and I know that it’s what I have to do.”

Evelyn nodded. “I understand, but, Frida, if you mean to go through with your plans of using this appointment to help a rebel scientific faction that Sharyn told you about, you are going to be put in not insubstantial danger.” I had considered the same thought in my own head previously. If I was ever caught using my knowledge of the GER against the Capitol, then I would most certainly either be killed or condemned to become an Avox.

“I understand. I’ve thought that through.” I shook my head. “Maybe it doesn’t make any sense, but I can’t see myself doing anything else.” I said pathetically. “I mean, I feel like it has to happen.”

Evelyn’s mouth was set in a line, she nodded. “If you’ve made your decision. Then I will support you in whatever way I can.” She took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I smiled.

“I’m going to need someone here that I can relay all of the data to. I’ve realized that the problem is going to be getting the information out of the Capitol. I need to use an outside contact that is going to be as inconspicuous as possible, and yet I don’t want the information changing hands too many times on its way to wherever Sharyn is going to tell me it needs to go.”

Evelyn’s face looked like a lightbulb had just gone off. “Percival Ripley.” She said, obviously. The name rang a bell but I couldn’t place where I knew it from. “He’s dating Fiore Cairbre. He’s a Peacekeeper.” I frowned, not quite understanding why he immediately came to Evelyn’s mind. “He seems to really hate what he does, being a Peacekeeper and all. It seems like he would be someone who no one would question.” I saw where Evelyn was coming from and it made sense.

I stood and Evelyn handed me the letter. “I guess I’m going to see Fiore.”

“She staying at the Ripley boy’s grandparents’ house.” I knew where the Ripley’s lived. “Be safe, Frida. I’ll see you at the Reapings tomorrow.” I nodded and exited. I hated having to do this Fiore so soon after her father’s death. But the Reapings were the next day, and I had no time to waste, because when the train left with Reoan, Darling and the Tributes, I would be on it as well.

I made my way to Fiore’s home with her Mother. It was the night before the Reapings, it wasn’t even late, but everyone was already in, so my scurrying about was slightly out of place. I knocked lightly on the door to the Cairbre house. Fiore answered the door. She looked like she was hanging on her last nerve, she looked absolutely shot. Then I remembered that she had her name entered multiple times in the Reaping tomorrow. “I came to pay my condolences.” I said.

Fiore threw herself into my arms, unexpectedly. I hugged her close. “I’m so sorry to come on the night before the Reapings.” I said. “But I had to speak to you.” I got right down to business. Fiore’s face looked relieved that I didn’t delve into a litany of my condolences. “So, I’m going to ask you something, but I can’t tell you what it’s about unless you agree to do it for me.” I sounded like a mad person.

Fiore looked me over suspiciously. “Ok.” She said without hesitation.

I sighed in relief. “I need to you to take me to Percival Ripley. Tonight.” I said with urgency in my tone.

Though Fiore looked concerned she nodded. “Ok,” She grabbed a coat off of the pegs by the door. “Tell me on the way.” And she walked out of the door. I still can’t believe how mature Fiore is for her age.

Once we were out of range of the house, I began. I flashed the embossed Capitol seal on the envelope to Fiore. “I got this today. It’s a summons, from the Capitol. I am was appointed to a temporary research position in the Capitol. I am leaving on the train with Reoan, Darling, and the Tributes tomorrow.” Fiore’s face looked grave, but she let me continue. “I also got a note, the day of the Harvest Festival from my old mentor, Sharyn. He received a summons to an appointment at the Capitol two years ago. Went to the Justice Building one day and none of us had heard anything from him since. Until I got this letter.”

I looked over Fiore, hedging my bets so I would be sure that she could take this murmur of rebellion. I lowered my voice. “Sharyn said that there is a faction of scientists who are trying to gather information on all of the top priority projects in the Capitol and coordinate a crash with another more political group.”

Fiore hardly even blinked. “I think Percy is the one you are looking for then.” She said vaguely.

I continued. “Well, due to some success that I’ve had in the lab recently, I’ve been called to the Capitol to work on one of the top priority projects, but Reoan was able to ensure that I wasn’t permanently relocated.”

I saw Fiore’s face relax. “God, you had me worried.”

“So I need someone to relay data back to while I’m there, and I thought with Percival being a Peacekeeper that would be perfect. It wouldn’t arouse any suspicion.” We made it to the PK Barracks. Fiore knocked on a window and a Percival’s face appeared. Fiore pointed to the end of the Barracks and Percival nodded.

After a moment he met us at the door. “What’s going on?” He asked in a gruff tone. “The Reaping is tomorrow, it’s not an evening to be out.” He scolded us.

“Percy, I don’t know if you know Frida. She has something that she needs to ask you. It’s urgent.” Fiore’s tone had pleading in it.

Percival shot Fiore a questioning look. “I remember you, Frida,” He said, turning to me. “You were one of the ones who helped us the night Fiore was drugged.” I nodded. “What can I do for you?” He asked.

“This is going to require your discretion. But I’m going to ask you a few questions before hand.” I had to be sure. “Do you enjoy being a Peacekeeper, I mean, really enjoy it?” Percival’s face twitched slightly in what looked like disgust.

He began walking away. “I do not enjoy any bit of it.” He said quietly as we followed suit.

I pressed harder. “Do you believe in what the Capitol does? Are you a good citizen of Panem?” I asked, my words scathing.

I think the venom of my tone caught Percival a bit off guard, and Fiore too. “I think that I’ve failed the Capitol on many counts,” He said vaguely. “But I regret nothing.” I saw him take Fiore’s hand as we walked.

“Ok.” I cleared my throat. “I need someone to pass information to while I am in the Capitol.” I looked at Fiore. “Fiore can fill you in on all the details, but what I’ll say is that, I have been appointed to a research position in the Capitol on one of their highest priority projects. And I am providing information to a faction of scientists who are trying to bring down the Capitol from within and coordinate a collapse with another more political group.” Percival’s face was unreadable. “The problem is that the information cannot stay for long in the Capitol, outside of the lab. It will be found in no time that way. I need to send it back to 9 and then have someone compile it and deliver it to whoever I am instructed by Sharyn to give it to.”

Percival was nodding. “You want me to be this person?” He asked pointedly. I nodded. “I agree.” He said without even a moment’s hesitation. “And once you are in the Capitol, tell this Sharyn that a group within 9 may be interested in collaboration.” I raised my eyebrows but nodded.

“Thank you so much.” I gushed. “I’m afraid I have to go.” I added, looking at my watch.

Percival pulled Fiore into a kiss. “So do you.” He said. She smiled in a way that I understood.

Fiore and I parted ways after I pulled her into a strong embrace. I remember the jitters on the night before the Reapings when your name was in that barrel. I made my way back to the Victor’s Village and climbed into bed with Reoan. “You got the letter.” He said weakly. It killed me to see him so depressed.

I put my arms around him. “I did.” I smoothed his hair and kissed him deeply. “I got it all worked out.” Snuggling into his chest, I murmured. “It’s all going to be ok.”

Even though it wasn’t.

The autumn of my discontent.

Reoan and I have had our first fight. I always get like this during this time of the year. The Reapings started in District 1 today, ours are a few days away. I think too much of Collina, and I think too much of Farro, and this puts me in a withdrawn mood. Reoan hasn’t been himself either, he’s been sleeping more, and he started taking pills at night. I don’t know if he is trying to keep it from me, but we certainly haven’t talked about it. I don’t really want to ask, if it’s bad enough that he needs to medicate it away then I don’t want to know.

I went to Adair Cairbres funeral yesterday. I suppose that also has contributed to my disposition. Funerals in 9 are deeply rooted in tradition and ritual, every time I attend one I am catapulted back to Collina’s funeral, and Farro’s before hers, and of course my parents first of all. When I watched Fiore light the pyre and fall to her knees I could acutely remember the feeling of the ground, warming with the mounting fire before me as I, myself, collapsed to my knees in front of my parents’ pyre. I thought of trying to find time to talk with Fiore afterward, but I couldn’t even muster the strength to search for her. Reoan and I returned home in silence. We walked apart from each other, isolated with our eyes fixed in front of us. I couldn’t speak, I was so empty.

Reoan and I fell into bed, but I was very aware that he was trying not to touch me. We lay on our sides, backs facing each other. “What’s happening to us?” Reoan asked in a quiet voice.

I didn’t move; I was stone still. “You won’t talk to me,” I said in a flat monotone. “We’ve changed.” I still didn’t turn.

“I knew this would happen,” I couldn’t detect what emotions played in his tone. Was there despair with a tinge of rage? “I knew that when the Reapings were upon us you would realise…” He let his voice trail off.

realise that I am the one who killed Collina. I finished in my head. I felt true anger swelling in my belly. He was doing this because of me! He was depressed because he was certain that once the Reapings and the Hunger Games happened then I would realise what a monster he was. I threw off the covers in rage and stormed to the bathroom.

I slammed the door and burst into sobs. He was just willing to sit back and let me fall out of his life. He wasn’t even going to try to keep me in it. I couldn’t believe that I was getting ready to risk my life by going to the Capitol to spy in the labs and associate with Reoan, a Victor and Mentor! And I was crying because I loved him so much, and even with all of the inherent dangers of our upcoming trip and the fact that it would span the Hunger Games, I had honestly been looking forward to it in a way.

I sat on the toilet as I felt my legs giving out. I couldn’t contain my sobs. It all felt so wrong, so suddenly. And as I sat there, reliving in my mind the funerals of so many people I loved so deeply, I felt such futility and no hope that it would ever change. Reoan had entered the bathroom and was standing awkwardly in front of me. His face unreadable.

I stood and pushed his chest away from me. “Just go!” I yelled. “You were just waiting for me to leave! So you could be rid of me!” The tears streamed down my face and I continued to shove him every few moments. His hands grabbed my wrists firmly but not in an aggressive way. I continued to fight him, shouting incoherent jumbles of my feelings of abandonment. His hands gently climbed from my wrists to my waist until he had me wrapped in his arms. I struggled as he turned me around until he was behind me. I went limp, totally spent, and we slid to the floor together.

I felt his tears wetting the back of my shirt, I curled up into a ball and he wrapped his arms around me as we laid on the bathroom floor. He still felt the same. And I began crying again when I wondered how much longer I would be able to feel this. “I don’t want you to leave.” He said in a strong voice after we laid in silence for a time. “But I would rather you be happy. And you haven’t been. If I have anything to do with that then I don’t want you to have to be around me. I just want what’s best for you, Frida. It’s what I’ve always wanted.” I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. It was beautiful and yet for some reason it bothered me.

“I don’t want you in my life in any other way than it is now.” I said in a whisper. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He pulled me closer. “You can’t fucking do that to me. What about what I want? Let me make my own decisions okay?” I said with a stronger tone.

He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed it lightly after whispering, “I promise.” He picked me up and carried me back to the bed. I was shivering, my entire body convulsing. This happened to me sometimes when I got particularly worked-up. I had read about a condition called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and saw that there were similar symptoms when having a flashback. Reoan brought me a cool cloth to place on my forehead as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t ask questions as he got into bed, again wrapping me in his spacious arms. As I continued to tremble, he began stroking my hair. “Shhh..” He whispered gently. “It’s all over. It can’t hurt you again.”

He understood exactly.

Union

Weddings are a beautiful affair in 9. I hadn’t attended one in years, and yet I found myself going to Elena’s wedding at Evelyn’s invitation. I helped Reoan with his tie again. I don’t think he will ever be able to do it himself. I tried to sneak a glimpse at the other dress Reoan bought me, the one I will wear to the Reaping this Friday, but Reoan always caught me just as I was starting on the zipper.

I wore the dress I wore to meet Reoan’s family, pulling my hair back into a messy bun, a few stray curls still falling on my forehead. “How can you make the same dress look so exquisitely different every time you wear it?” Reoan asked, putting his arm around my waist as we exited the house. I blushed and pulled him closer.

We got to Evelyn’s house and met up with a man called Miller who was about to enter the house as well. He seemed slightly taken aback at Reoan’s presence, but once Reoan turned on a bit of his charm he seemed to calm. Evelyn opened the door, she looked a bit harried but it was absolutely lovely. Her hair was pulled into an elegant bun with a deep blue ribbon tied around.

“Hello.” Evelyn greeted us warmly. She quickly grabbed her coat and bag and we were on our way.

We made our way to a wagon that Reoan had secured for us. The wedding was in Sector 3 so it wasn’t quite within walking distance. I sat with Evelyn as Reoan was driving. Miller sat next to Reoan.

“I’m glad you sat next to me,” Evelyn said in a low voice. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” I felt my throat closing in a bit. I knew what what coming next. “I wanted to talk about the Grain Enrichment Project.” I closed my eyes.

I think Evelyn could tell that there was a marked change in my demeanor. I turned my head to look at the fields passing by and I began. “I suppose I should tell someone.” I said halfway to myself.

Evelyn gave me a strange expression but let me continue. “I got a letter from Sharyn.” I said, and then I realised that this meant nothing to Evelyn so I sighed and explained. “Sharyn was my mentor,” I returned to looking at the fields. “I began lessons with him when I left the District school, and two years ago he was summoned to the Justice Building and put on a train for the Capitol. He was reassigned to a lab in The Capitol and we hadn’t heard anything of him until now. He’s apparently been watching me.”

Evelyn stopped me, “How did you get the letter?” She asked.

“On the train from 11, that’s where the rebels come in.” Evelyn’s face became very concerned and her eyes widened. “Apparently there is a large faction of Panem scientists who are attempting to coordinate a strike with rebels in other sectors.”

I didn’t understand why I was telling Evelyn all of this; I instantly felt guilty. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t want to get you involved in something that you’re not comfortable with.”

Evelyn shook her head vigorously. “No,” She said solemnly. “I want to know if you are willing to tell me.”

So I continued. “Well, The Capitol has been watching me for a while now. They noticed my scientific skills and they were basically waiting for me to reach my prime so they could take me to The Capitol and work in a lab there, like Sharyn.” It took everything within me to not spit. “I just made a breakthrough with a hybrid and Sharyn knows that they are going to summon me. So, once I report my new hybrid to The Capitol, I will be sent there to work on the Grain Enrichment Project.” My stomach turned at the thought.

I could tell that Evelyn was just as horrified as I was. “You’ll leave forever?” She asked quietly with desperation in her voice.

I shook my head and continued. “No, Reoan is going to ensure that I am only there temporarily. Sharyn told me that I needed to get as much information on the GEP as I could because everything we’ve heard about it, all the rumours, are lies created by The Capitol to throw us off their scent.”

The wind was blowing strands of Evelyn’s hair into her face and she was so consumed in her rage that she didn’t even notice. “So it’s worse than that? Worse than stealing eggs from young women?” I could hear the mounting anger in her tone.

I nodded gravely. “Sharyn couldn’t tell me anything about it but I suppose I’ll find out soon enough. So Reoan and I have decided that I am going to spend The Games in The Capitol so he’ll be there with me.” I couldn’t quite decipher the look in Evelyn’s eye. “Naturally he’s going to be all tied up with the Games but at least we will be close.”

My stomach was in knots. The thought of spending The Games in the Capitol was purely revolting. And with The Reaping a week away, it was all becoming a bit too real for me.

Evelyn unexpectedly grabbed my hand. “I’ll help you in whatever way I can.” I smiled and tears welled up in my eyes. I leaned forward and rubbed Reoan’s shoulders.

I wish I knew how she could help me.

I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this.

Reoan and I collapsed into bed after the Harvest Festival. We held each other close and fell into a peaceful slumber. Neither of us woke in the night; his arms were still around me when I roused in the late morning.

I visited with Annika during the past week. Dahlia gave me a drawing she made in school, it was a picture of Reoan and I dancing in the square during the Harvest Festival, and for being only seven years old, she has quite a talent for drawing. Annika invited Reoan and I for dinner sometime this week, and we are set to go tomorrow night.

When I got to the lab today I was hesitant to go and check on 13MZ3/11MZ5 in the Field Testing Sector. Ever since the day of the Harvest Festival when Dr. Everfield told me about what my success with this hybrid will mean for my future, I haven’t wanted to go look at 13MZ3/11MZ5 which inches closer and closer to maturity every day. And as I now stand in the Field Testing Sector and I look at 13MZ3/11MZ5 hybrid, I want nothing more than to pull it up from the roots and burn it asunder. It is the culmination of so much blood, sweat and tears, and I just want to destroy it. I go back into my office and sit dejectedly at my desk.

I can’t justify doing any more experiments since 13MZ3/11MZ5 has reached maturity as of today. I should be processing mature samples and preparing initial large scale harvests for shipping to the Capitol, but I just sit. I flip idly through my lab notebook, watching the scrawl of my handwriting change from day to day. I notice so many of the pages which have NEGATIVE RESULT printed on the bottom, while the bottom of 13MZ3/11MZ5’s page bears no conclusion. I slam the notebook closed and shove it off my and onto the floor. I had my bag sitting on the edge of my desk and it goes flying onto the floor along with my notebook. I curse myself under my breath as I survey the contents of my bag strewn across the floor.

My eyes are drawn to a simple white envelope with my name printed on it.

The letter from Dr. Everfield.

I dive for the envelope, remembering that Dr. Everfield told me that it came on the train from 11 for me. He said nothing else about it. I can’t believe I forgot about it until now. I’m hesitant to open it. I slide my finger gently under the lip and break the seal. I open the letter and I automatically recognize the small, neat script. My heart stops.

My Dearest Frida,

I would say that I hope this note finds you well, but I have been keeping tabs on you and I know that you are more than fine. I’m happy that Reoan has finally gotten up the courage to be with you; you probably wouldn’t believe me when I say that I saw that one coming from a mile away.

But however good things are now, they are about to change. I know about 13MZ3/11MZ5. Don’t worry, the Capitol scientists (other than me) know nothing about it yet, but with the harvest upon us once more the Capitol will be looking for a report on this newest hybrid. I must urge you, Frida, no matter how tempted you may be to lie and skew the results of this hybrid, don’t. If you are found out then your fate will be out of anyone’s hands. You are not supposed to know that the Capitol wants to take you from 9.

I want to tell you about the Grain Enrichment Project. Unfortunately I cannot put all of the information I would like into this letter in case it is intercepted. If it is intercepted as it is I would face punishment, but divulging the truth about the Grain Enrichment Project would cost me my life. It doesn’t really matter, you will find out the full truth soon enough. But I want to tell you that whatever you have heard is wrong. All of the information floating around about the Grain Enrichment Project is a deliberate lie created by the Capitol. It is quite ingenious, actually. They create a false story that incorporates a certain amount of sickening truth in order to cover up the even more revolting reality of what they are doing.

I know that one of the Caruppa girls was taken, and I can tell you that I know of the compound they use to erase the girls’ memories. It is an acylated derivative of oxytocin. You know what that means. If you could synthesize a proper antidote then you might be able to reverse some of the memory loss. I don’t know if such a compound exists, but my mind isn’t what it used to be. Getting answers from a subject might prove to be helpful.

Now I’m going to ask you to do something. I’m the only one who will ask you to do this; it’s what everyone else is thinking but I’m the only one to ask. When the Capitol summons you, I want you to go. I will be there when you arrive. I can keep up with who is coming in and out of the labs in the Capitol. Dr. Everfield has spoken to Reoan about making sure that you have only a temporary assignment.

Rebellion is stirring in the Districts, if you can get information that can bring down the Grain Enrichment Project, we will have the scientific crux of the Capitol on its knees. You have lost so much because of the Capitol. Don’t forget that the blood of Farro, Collina, and even your parents are on the Capitol’s hands. You have to choose where your allegiances lie, Frida.

I think of you everyday. You are like the child I never had, and I will never stop being proud of everything that you have become.

All my love,

Sharyn.

I fold the letter, tears streaming down my cheeks. Sharyn said I had a decision to make. It’s time to talk to Reoan about all of this.

And the fields were white with grain in the harvest.

It is a beautiful day to live in District 9. I’m always able to see the beauty in 9 around the time of harvest, as the sun sets slowly and the night inches its tendrils lazily around my neck. And this year out of any, I am overwhelmed with the elegance of the changing season and the coming harvest as I feel the warmth of Reoan’s hands bringing life back to mine. It is a feeling I’ve never known, and could have never imagined would be as gratifying.

It felt as though Reoan and I had just gotten back to sleep when we had to rise to report to the fields. Reoan and I took Fiore to Evelyn. I felt helpless as I watched Fiore’s reaction to the chemicals in her body. I could detail the chemical processes taking place in her body, but as to how to fix it, I was ignorant. I wished I could have stayed with Evelyn and Fiore, but I was at a complete loss. I slipped away quietly after explaining the situation to Evelyn.

I was set to work in the Field Testing Sector and Reoan in his customary Sector A. No one is exempt from the fields today. It is the day of the Harvest Festival. And every year as I reap the grains in the Field Testing Sector, I look to my right and to my left and all I can see are the backs of my fellow citizens, bent to harvest the golden starch we are fated to tend to. The long day’s work preceding the Harvest Festival is one of my earliest memories. Each year is still so vividly etched into my memory. The trill of my mother’s laugh mingling with the swishing of the wind as it meandered through the fields. The competitions between Farro and myself as to who could reap the fastest.

I think Dr. Everfield and I see all of these memories in each other’s eyes, for the sentiment in the Field Testing Sector on the day of the Harvest Festival is decidedly more subdued than other parts of District 9. Dr. Everfield hugs me tightly and we begin to work in silence. I begin with the oldest hybrids in the back of the sector, ones which are yielding adequate grain but did not achieve the desired effects. I reap the grains and then pull the roots from the ground.

I crane my neck towards Sector A. I’m looking for that tousled sandy blond hair shining in the clear sunlight. Dr. Everfield notices, and he is ready to speak. “Farro told me about that boy.” He says, meticulously reaping. “He’s looked out for you, all these years. When Farro was Reaped, Reoan was one of the people he asked to see before the train left.” Dr. Everfield’s eyes are miles away. “I think Farro always knew that he was not coming back. And Reoan spent every day with me during The Games.” He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Seeing you two together now, well, I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.” I smile bitter-sweetly.

My fingers nimbly work the grain. “He makes me feel safe.” I say. And Dr. Everfield nods. We continue working in silence. After a few hours, when the sun is directly overhead, two Peacekeepers enter the Field Testing Sector and evaluate our progress. We in the Central Lab are lucky enough to be on the Capitol’s good side, and the PKs are generally cordial. After they leave, Dr. Everfield wipes the sweat from his brow and produces a loaf of bread from his bag. He offers it to me and I tear a piece off.

Dr. Everfield points towards the sky. There is a magnificent bird flying overhead. “A mockingjay.” I exclaim with rapt surprise. I remember when mockingjays were common in 9, but over the past few years, they have become increasingly rare. Collina and I used to chase them around the wooded area near the cemetery when we were young.

“Frida,” Dr. Everfield says, becoming suddenly serious. I turn and see him surveying 13MZ3/11MZ5. “I think it’s time I told you the truth about your hybrids.” I looked at him in confusion. “Please just listen. This hybrid, 13MZ3/11MZ5 is the one I’ve been trying to keep you from. The reason your hybrids have not been yielding the expected results is my fault.” The pain in Dr. Everfield’s eyes is apparent. “You know the Capitol is watching you. You have a mind unlike any I’ve seen in many years. Under Sharyn’s guidance you blossomed into an inquisitive, innovative scientist, and I am honoured every day that I am able to work with you. Sharyn was not the first researcher 9 lost to the Capitol. A very good friend of your parents was also sent to research at the Capitol, and your parents and I agreed to do whatever it took to keep you from facing the same fate.”

The gears are turning in my head, and I think I’m putting it together, but I let Dr. Everfield continue. “Without my interference, you would have found the optimal hybrid weeks, if not months ago. But when word would have gotten back to the Capitol that you had succeeded, I knew what awaited you: The Grain Enrichment Project.” My eyes widen. “I know you’ve been secretly looking into it,” He says with no malice or reproach in his voice. “Let me tell you one thing, nothing is as it seems with the Capitol, and The Grain Enrichment Project is even more sinister than we could ever imagine.”

“So now that I have 13MZ3/11MZ5 the Capitol is going to take me?” I ask, terrified.

Dr. Everfield shrugs. “I can’t be sure, but now that you are with Reoan, he will be able to keep you safe. You see, the Capitol has to treat the Victors with the utmost respect. The prestige of winning The Games to the citizens of the Capitol is sacred and not to be defiled, and the 72nd Hunger Games are still well remembered. I’m sure you will be made to go, but Reoan can make it only a temporary assignment.”

I blink in disbelief. I look over to Sector A searching for Reoan again, but my eyes are met by those of a PK instead and I quickly return to the grain in front of me. This is all a bit overwhelming. Dr. Everfield pulls a plain white envelope out of his bag and hands it to me. It has my name written on it in simple block lettering. “This came for you on the train from 11.” I put it discreetly into my bag.

As the sun’s light is waning, I can feel the atmosphere of the District warming for the festivities of the Harvest Festival. When we have been officially dismissed from field duties, I enter the Central Lab and quickly change into the dress I wore to meet Reoan’s family. Reoan is waiting for me outside the Lab Building. He grabs my hand and pulls me into an embrace, kissing me as we disengage. “Just as beautiful as ever.” He says lightly.

I think Reoan can tell that my mind is pre-occupied, but I am truly happy to see him. We make our way towards the square in front of the Justice Building. A crowd has already started to gather and the beer is flowing freely. Reoan holds my hand protectively and I follow wherever he leads. Mayor Fordwin notices us and makes his way through the crowd. “Reoan,” He says kindly, and turns his gaze to me. “And Frida Salk,” he adds jovially. “What a lovely couple you two make. Ms. Salk, it will be wonderful to have you on the platform with us during the Reaping, what a beautiful addition you will make.” My stomach seizes. I hadn’t thought about that. “I expect to see both of you dancing before the night’s out.” He says with a smile and leaves us.

Reoan rubs my arm in comfort. “You don’t have to be on the platform if you are uncomfortable,” He says, turning his eyes on me. I shake my head and tighten my grip on his hand.

The last of the sun’s light is hidden behind the Justice Building, and I can feel the temperature dropping by the moment. Reoan and I get another glass of beer and mingle in the crowd. As the evening progresses, more and more people find their way to the center of the square and dance to the music being played by the few musicians in 9. I’m always reminded on the night of the Harvest Festival of precisely how vast our District is. I see women from my childhood who have since moved to opposite sides of the District. But I am still overwhelmed by the sense of community which we foster at this event.

I finally meet with some of Reoan’s friends, a petite man with black hair and sharp features named Giles and a tall lumbering ginger fellow named Bemis. They are very polite and complimentary. “So you think you are the one who can finally tame this one?” Giles asks, his face slightly flushed from the beer.

I smile and Reoan puts his arm protectively around my shoulders. “I was hoping he would do the same for me.” I say jokingly. Bemis and Giles burst with laughter and bid us good-bye.

I see my friends and we speak in passing. Élysée. Evelyn. Lily. Melina. Fiore. I embrace each of them tightly.

All of a sudden, I am surprised by the feeling of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. I turn and see Dahlia standing behind me, Annika standing stock still about 10 feel behind Dahlia. I disengage my hand from Reoan’s and I kneel to hug Dahlia. “Frida!” She exclaims. I look over he shoulder at Annika. Dahlia can sense that something between me and her mother is happening, and I am completely shocked when she turns to Reoan and says, “My name is Dahlia, and you’re Reoan.”

Reoan smiles at Dahlia and pushes me ever so slightly towards Annika. I walk towards her and I see her face scrunch as it does just before she starts to cry. As I get closer my walk turns into a run and I throw my arms around her. We both burst into tears. “Dahlia misses you.” Annika says sadly. I rub her back. “I’m sorry,” She says remorsefully and I pull from the embrace to look her in the eyes. “If he makes you happy, then that’s all I should care about.”

As I watch Annika and Reoan interact, I am overwhelmed by a sense of cohesion. In the twinkling lights of the square, with the smell of grain and beer and the laughter of my fellow citizens, an unparalleled feeling of belonging washes over me. These are my people. These are the people who care about me, and who will always be there for me. I may not have my parents. I may not have the prototypical family unit, but I have Annika, who has watched over me as a mother, older sister and trusted confidante. I have Dahlia, who loves me as no other in her life. I have my friends in the District who have come to care for me and trust me with their secrets. I have Dr. Everfield, who has ensured that I develop into the best scientist I could be and has provided me with my other scientific family.

And now I have Reoan who shows me a love that I never knew existed. A love which lets me memorise the smallest details of him. A love which means he never has to ask when something is wrong. A love which, he has promised, means that I will always be safe, and I will never be alone.

And another Harvest has come and gone.

And life goes on.

The days seem to pass in a blur when I am with Reoan. Everyday I discover new things about him. We now work around each other, and it is so natural. He knows exactly how to hold me, and I know when something is bothering him. Though we both are becoming somber bit by bit as the Reaping approaches, but we are still so happy together that we won’t let our ennui cause a rift in our relationship; in fact, we try to let it bring us closer.

Annika still hasn’t come around. I go see Dahlia after school once every few days and walk her back to Annika’s house before I go to Reoan’s for the night. Reoan is always cooking when I get home, and I’ve become so accustomed to the aroma of cooking food flooding out of the door the moment I open it. Reoan’s reaction when he sees me hasn’t changed a bit, and mine hasn’t either. His eyes light up when he sees me enter the kitchen, and I smile sheepishly as the butterflies flutter incessantly in my stomach. I feel so powerless in his presence, and for some odd reason, I find that comforting. Not to mention the way he gently puts his arms around me at night when I wake up from a nightmare, and the way that the terror in his eyes dissipates when I take his face in my hands and place my forehead against his as we sit there in silence.

There’s been no more news from The Capitol, but I am still a bit on edge knowing that they are watching me. I only hope that if I am made to work in The Capitol that by some act of fate, Sharyn would be there; though the thought of leaving Reoan forever is enough to send me into a full out anxiety attack because, unfortunately, until Annika comes to her senses, Reoan is the only person I have in the entire world.

13MZ3/11MZ5 hybrid is still growing rapidly; it should be reaching maturity within the next few days then I will begin large scale testing and treatment with harsh pesticides to test its robustness.

I look at the time and realise that I am running a bit behind schedule. I gather my things and turn off the lights in my lab. But as I am walking down the hallway I see Evelyn Nox walking out of Dr. Everfield’s office. Dr. Everfield seems in good spirits and bids me good-bye as I walk past. Evelyn comes to walk beside me in the hallway. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you for ages.” Evelyn says in a hushed tone.

I look at her with a confused expression as we finally exit the hallway and greet the chill of twilight. She continues, “It’s about Inez Caruppa.” I feel like I’ve been doused in ice cold water. And Evelyn can sense it.

I look around the Central Lab Building nervously. Though it is in the most densely populated part of the District, in the same area as the Justice Building and the Victor’s Village, there is hardly anyone around in the twilight. A mysterious train arrived from District 11 a few days ago, and the entire District has been oddly subdued.

“I was visited by Lily Caruppa about this as well,” I say ominously. “And a few days later, I found out that the Capitol has been watching me.” I start walking towards the Victor’s Village and Evelyn follows, her face stony. I continue. “But I suppose we can talk about it, since we are both in that area.”

“Is this all to do with the mysterious Grain Enrichment Project?” Evelyn asks me pointedly.

I nod softly, and lower my voice. “The Grain Enrichment Project is centered around embryonic stem cell research,” Evelyn nods in understanding. “It began 10 years ago when it was discovered that embryonic stem cells stimulated with synthetic immuno-agonists could provide immunity to grain from virtually any harm. Now, can you see the inherent problem in this?”

Evelyn nods as it dawns on her. “Where are they going to get all of those embryonic stem cells?”

I lift my eyebrows. “Exactly. Now, this is purely deductive logic on my part, but not long after the Grain Enrichment Project got off the ground, young peri-pubescent girls started disappearing in the Districts, their families placated by being told that the girls were Aiding the Capitol for the betterment of Panem.” I look around once more to make sure that the street is still empty. “When these girls returned to the Districts, they had no recollection of what happened to them in the Capitol and they were all missing eggs.” We enter the Victor’s Village, and the expression on Evelyn’s face is that of pure revulsion.

“The Capitol was harvesting the eggs for in vitro.” Evelyn finishes my thought, and I nod. We stop walking for a moment and mull over the ethical implications of a problem which I certainly had never considered before. It is very easy for me to detach science from humanity.

As we begin walking again, I can tell Evelyn has noticed that we are in the Victor’s Village. “Reoan Grenier?” She asks mischieviously. I smile wickedly. “So the rumours are true.” She adds as we walk up the stairs onto Reoan’s porch. I try to be as discreet as possible when I pull my key from my bag and unlock the door. I can’t quite make out what emotion is playing across Evelyn’s face.

I stop before opening the door, “Would you like to have dinner with us?” I ask. “I’d love for you to meet Reoan.” I think her mind is made for her when she smells the aroma that wafts from the house the moment I open the door.

Reoan rounds the corner from the kitchen and I can tell that he is caught off guard by Evelyn’s presence, but he quickly composes himself and kisses me lightly on the lips before extending his hand towards Evelyn. “Hello, I’m Reoan Grenier.” He says politely with his most winning smile. That man still makes my knees weak.

All is never for naught.

I was a bit on edge after my encounter with Melina. I realised that Reoan and I were totally out in the open now. There was no going back.

Reoan had given me a key to his home before I left that morning and I let myself in. I found Reoan upstairs, with clothes strewn all over the bed, attempting to knot his tie. He had the most adorable expression on his face. I realised, much to my surprise, he was nervous.

He looked up from his tie and saw me. A large smile spread across his face. He walked over to me and before I knew it he swept me off my feet and held me for a moment before kissing me. “You’re back.” He said. I looked down at his tie which was woefully knotted.

I kissed him back. “I missed you,” I said. “Now let me down so I can knot your tie for you.” I said playfully. Reoan put me down and my hand deftly knotted his tie. He looked absolutely lovely. He was wearing a pair of casual khakis with a black button down shirt and his adorable sky blue tie. He exuded beauty.

I sat down on the bed as I took my shoes off, unsure of what I was going to wear given Reoan’s attire. Reoan moved towards the closet, “I got you something,” He said. He pulled a dress bag out of the closet. When he unzipped it, my jaw dropped.

There was not only one dress but two! “Ok,” He said. “You get to wear one tonight,” His tone became a bit somber on the second note. “The other is for the Reaping.” I jumped off the bed and cradled his chin in my hands. I kissed him lightly.

“Thank you.” I said genuinely as he handed me one of the dresses. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. It was a simple green silhouette, with an inlay of gold filigree the exact colour of mature grain. The front of the dress was conservative, with the neckline coming all the way up to my neck and shoulders, however, the back scooped all the way down, revealing my entire back. I didn’t know how I looked in it until I stepped out of the bathroom. Reoan looked like the breath had been knocked out of him.

“Wow,” was all he could manage. I looked in the full length mirror. No doubt from the front, I looked attractive. The dress was perfectly tailored and fell just below my knees. But when I turned around and saw how the fabric billowed down around my bare back, I was speechless. “You look…beautiful.” Reoan settled on that word.

My eyes were full of wonder as I spun in front of the mirror. But I was suddenly hit with a wave of nerves. What if they don’t like me?

After putting on the strappy sandals that Reoan had bought to go with the dress, we walked out of his house and began walking towards his Mother’s home. I didn’t quite understand why Reoan’s mother and sisters didn’t come to live in the Victor’s Village with him. For some reason, it made me sad. But I could see Reoan’s mood lift as we got closer.

When we were in sight of the small house next to the A sector, the door flew open and a small girl wearing a dress the same colour as Reoan’s tie sprinted out of the door and threw herself into Reoan’s arms. He smiled widely and spun her around. “Mika!” He said, putting her back onto the ground. She gave him a big hug. He rustled her hair affectionately, it was slightly darker than his, but fell in the same disheveled curls.

Mika looked at me, and a shy smile spread across her face. “Mika,” Reoan began. And a woman with another child appeared at the door. “This is Frida.”

I knelt and shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Mika.” She was staring at my dress. The intricate pattern of the gold inlay was fascinating her. When she noticed the back of my dress, I heard her gasp slightly.

“Are you a princess?” Mika asked with a childish fascination. “Can we be best friends?” She asked honestly.

I laughed. “I’m not a princess, but I would love to be your best friend.” I said. Her face lit up and she ran back to the door telling her mother that she had made a friend. The other girl, who I took to be Keira was scowling at Mika, and Reoan’s mother had an indecipherable look on her face.

Reoan put his arm around my waist and we walked to the door. Reoan’s mother’s face was deeply lined and a dark complexion from so much time in the fields. Her hair was grey and pulled back into a tight bun on top of her head. Her features were very sharp, but the look on her face was nothing but inviting.

“Frida, this is my sister, Keira,” Keira looked at me suspiciously, but I could tell I would win her over. “And this is my mother, Aviva.” I nodded at Reoan’ mother. Unexpectedly, she pulled me into a tight embrace.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, darling,” Aviva whispered in my ear. “You make him so happy.” She looked me in the eye as she pulled out of the embrace. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.” She said so everyone could hear. “Now, all of you, inside.” Back to business.

Aviva ushered us inside and steered us towards a very plush couch next to the fireplace. Reoan held my hand as we sat down. Mika jumped onto the couch next to me, and Keira sat next to Reoan. The warmth of the fire was intoxicating, I felt so at ease.”So, tell us about you, Frida.” Aviva instructed me.

“Well,” I began. “I work at the Central Lab on new crop hybrids which can grow more quickly and efficiently.” Aviva nodded. Mika was still staring intently at me. Keira had laid her head on Reoan’s shoulder. “My parents were scientists as well, so I was meant to do the same thing.”

“Frida is the youngest head researcher in all of District 9, perhaps even Panem.” Reoan said proudly. I blushed.

Aviva was beside herself. “Well, isn’t that fantastic.” She said, looking me in the eye. I caught a glimpse of all that she was trying to repress. I could tell that she loved Reoan, but it had been nothing but a struggle since the day he was Reaped. She stood and said, “Well, let’s eat,” She said.

We made our way to the table, Reoan sat at the head of the table and Aviva and I sat on either side of him. Mika whined until she could sit by me, and Keira quietly took the seat next to her mother. The food on the table was extravagant for District 9; I could tell that Reoan was supplying his family with food from the Capitol.

As we began eating, Mika told us a story about her friends from school, and how much she enjoys being able to work the fields during the harvest instead of going to school. “Someone told me that Reoan was with a girl.” She said, giggling. “I’m glad he picked you.” She said, snuggling her head on my shoulder. I laughed and kissed the top of her head.

I caught a glimpse of Reoan’s eyes, they were filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. “So, Keira,” He said after taking a bite of bread. “How is school going for you?”

Keira shrugged shyly. “It’s okay.” She said quietly.

Aviva scoffed. “Please, Keira,” She tutted then turned to Reoan and myself. “Her teachers say she has a natural ability for math and science.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Do you enjoy science?” I asked.

Keira looked at me from under her eyelashes. “I do.” She said, seeming like she was warming up.

“Well, I’m sure Dr. Everfield would love to hear that there is another in 9 who loves science.” My stomach seized as I thought of Farro. “If you are interested, of course.”

Keira’s eyes became very wide. “Really?” She asked incredulously. “Do you have your own lab?” She asked.

I laughed lightly. “Yes. Would you like to see it one day?” I asked.

Keira nodded vigorously. I had finally won her over.

After we finished dinner, Mika and Keira went to bed. Reoan and I stayed to talk to Aviva for a bit. Once the door to Mika and Keira’s room was closed, Aviva turned to Reoan and myself. “Oh Reoan,” She said, engulfing him in a massive embrace. “I am so happy for both of you,” She said when she came out of the embrace; there were tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy to see a true smile on your face again.” Reoan was uncomfortable, I could tell, but he just pulled me closer.

“Thank you, Aviva.” I said. “I can’t believe how accepting you have been.”

Aviva laughed. “Accepting?” She said humourously. “You are kind, intelligent, and beautiful.” She put her hand on Reoan’s shoulder and continued looking at me. “But most of all, you make my son happy.” She hugged me. “You are welcome any time.”

As Aviva shut the door behind us, Reoan’s hand began to fondle my bare back as we walked back to the Victor’s Village. Our attire (and Reoan’s celebrity) garnered us many stares; it didn’t matter to me anymore. I was happy. Reoan was happy. His family was ecstatic. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

Meeting Reoan’s family today…

Reoan cooked me a lovely dinner. He had all sorts of foods that no one in 9 is able to afford. He asked not to receive the Capitol’s shipments, but they told him he was required. Apparently he took advantage of it because he was a fantastic cook.

We sipped a traditional D9 beer with our meal. The taste of the fresh sourdough bread and the bitterness of the hoppy beer was the perfect combination. He reach over and wiped the side of my mouth. “Better?” he asked contently. We had hardly spoken since he told me about the Capitol watching us.

I smiled and intertwined my fingers in his. “Yes, much better.” I reassured him.

Reoan nodded in the direction of my grain bag. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked in a strange tone. I knew that as much as he enjoyed me being with him all the time, he still felt guilty about what this was doing to my only remaining family.

I nodded. “She told me she needs time.” I made quotation marks in the air for the word “time”. Reoan pursed his lips. He kissed my hand.

“I can’t deny I’m going to enjoy having you around.” He said in a feisty tone. I couldn’t help but smile; I was going to enjoy it too. I wanted to know everything about him. And now that I had known his body, I felt it was time to truly delve into things.

We moved from the table to the bed. I wore a sheer blue negligée that I found in the drawers which Reoan had designated to be mine. I felt like we were moving very fast, but I didn’t really have an alternative, and if I did, I probably would not have taken it.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Reoan was sitting up in bed with his hands laced behind his head. When he saw my attire, a playful look flashed across his face. I turned down the covers and slid my legs under them. Reoan wrapped his arms around me and we both completely relaxed.

The ceiling above Reoan’s bed has a large skylight. I turned off the lamp beside the bed and we laid there staring at the stars in the perfectly clear sky. From the moment I noticed the skylight I wanted to do exactly this. Reoan stroked my arm and I nuzzled my face into the side of his body. His skin was warm from being under the comforter, and he smelled of the soap we had bathed each other in: a light floral musk, absolutely intoxicating.

I looked back at the sky. “Tell me about you.” I said into the darkness. I knew he wouldn’t want to, but I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to love every part of him. Reoan pulled me closer before he began.

“My parents were both reapers in A as I was. I am my parents’ first child. My two younger sisters, Keira and Mika, are 13 and 7,” I could hear the love in his voice. “I lived in A with my parents until I was reaped. Prior to my Reaping, I lived a quiet uneventful life. I went to school irregularly, more likely to be found out in the fields.” I loved hearing of his life, the more I heard the more I came to love him. “After I met Farro, I finally found someone who understood me. I didn’t have many friends before Farro. I threw myself into my work after Farro died, even though every time I even saw the Field Testing Sector, I felt as though I had the wind knocked out of me.”

I snuggled closer to him, still staring intently at the night sky. He continued, “Then my last year of eligibility I get Reaped. I knew that I wouldn’t make it back. I put all of my family’s affairs in order, my father left us when Mika was born. He is one of the only people known to escape from District 9; he was never seen again.” He sighed. “When I left for the Capitol, and I got to know Collina, I just felt more and more hopeless. I didn’t hold to hope that neither Collina nor I would make it out alive.” I was enthralled. “But after Collina and I survived the bloodbath at the Cornucopia, and we took down the alliance of 8, 11 and 6 on the second day, I started to wonder if there might be a chance. When we got ambushed by the Careers on the third day, and I lost Collina, and I realised that with the death of those Careers and Collina there were only two other Tributes left in the Arena, and I just completely focused on winning.” He paused and adjusted her arm around me. “I barely remember anything of the last two days in the Arena, I was badly injured from my encounter with the Careers and, little did I know, I had torn my knee joint to hell and back. I remember waking up in the hospital by the Arena two days after the Games, realising, with the tubes snaking out of my body, that I had won.” He turned his head and looked me in the eyes. “And from that point, I stopped living.”

I nodded, as he elaborated. “I knew a string of women from the Capitol while I stayed there, and a slew of them when I returned to the District. But I was unfulfilled; I was lonely.” He leaned down and kissed me softly. “I was waiting for you. I was punishing myself so that one day I would deserve you.”

“I’m not something to be deserved.” I said quietly. “You are the only good thing in my life.”

“My mother has not seen me this happy in a long time. My family is anxious to meet you.” He said without pushing me. “Keira and Mika are absolutely thrilled that I finally have found someone. I think they are hoping you’ll be like the big sister they always wanted.” He chuckled deeply, and stroked my hair.

We fell asleep staring at the stars through the skylight, his arms around me.

When I got to the lab the next day, I was surprised to find Fiore Cairbre, the daughter of my patient from C, Adair Cairbre, waiting for me at the main door of the Central Lab. “Frida? Frida Salk?” She asked.

I was a bit taken aback. “Yes? You’re the Cairbre girl, right?” I asked.

Fiore nodded. “I have some questions of a scientific nature for you. If you don’t mind.” She said with a small tinge of desperation in her tone.

I nodded, “Of course,” I assented. “Please, come in,” After I scanned my PID to gain us access, I motioned for Fiore to enter. The door closed ominously behind us. “My office is just this way.” I maneuvered us down the institutionally white hallways until I was at my door. I scanned my PID once more and opened the door. I walked to my desk and sat down and I motioned for Fiore to sit.

She sat across from me and I said, “How may I help you?”

Fiore looked distraught. “I have a question for you about twins being separated before birth.” I nodded. “Is it possible? Why would they do it? Why would they keep it from someone?”

Her use of the word ‘they’ was a slight concern to me, there had been too much inquiry into the scientific workings of the Capitol lately; it put me on edge. Then it hit me. Fiore Cairbre. I had seen her name before. It was an old case that the Capitol asked me to review for their scientists. It was of the highest clearance, I was never to even acknowledge that I had heard of it. As I remembered the exacts of the case, I understood why.

I quickly recovered. “It is definitely possible. If a mother is not fit to carry two children then one can be transplanted into another female.” I tried to make it sound officially, hoping that her lack of in depth scientific knowledge would cause her to accept it.

Fiore persisted. “But why would they keep it from me?” She asked hotly.

I shifted in my seat, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t pretend to understand the reasons behind the Capitol’s actions,” I said plainly. “But I have come to think that it is best to not poke my nose in the Capitol’s business.” I hoped that my lie was not apparent. I knew that I would be digging for answers in the Grain Enrichment Program.

Fiore looked dejected. “I’m sorry. I think we all assume that you scientists know all.”

I laughed. “Hardly.”

Fiore stood. “Thank you, Frida. I hope to see you soon.” I followed her to the door to my office.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help, Fiore. Give my best to your parents.” I embraced her and she left.

My day was just as strange as the beginning. I was acutely aware that the Capitol had been keeping an eye on me. I worried that there were surveillance devices in the lab. I worked on some computations and then set up some experiments before it was time to leave.

As I made my way back to the Victor’s Village, I was so preoccupied with getting back to Reoan’s for our visit with his family, that I didn’t see the woman walking. We bumped into each other. “I’m sorry.” She said, and I saw recognition in her face. “My name is Melina. Melina Caoilinn.”

I felt like I was being outed a bit more, what with me walking into the Victor’s Village. Since the only person who lives in the Victor’s Village is Reoan. “I’m Frida Salk.” I said friendly. “I work in the Central Lab.” Her eyes lit up with a mischievous expression. I extended my hand and she shook it in return.

Melina eyed me a bit suspiciously, her gaze following my path into the Victor’s Village. “This might sound a bit intrusive, but there have been a lot of rumours going around the fields about you and Reoan Grenier.” I felt my face flush.

“I suppose there is no reason to hide it anymore,” I said in defeat. “Reoan and I are seeing each other.”

Melina looked absolutely overjoyed. “A romance for our Victor!” She said with happiness in her voice. “I’m happy for both of you and offer my best wishes.” She said demurely.

I nodded and thanked her as I turned to walk back into the Victor’s Village. I was seeing Reoan’s family tonight, and I was terrified.