Excerpt - Nomad: Driving Thoughts
I had 2,000 miles to think. I spent the first 500 miles trying to convince myself there was a reasonable explanation for Mark Winter’s powers so I could turn my car around. Was there a technology I wasn’t familiar with, perhaps? Was he a superhero like those I saw in comic books and in movies? Couldn’t he be something other than what I was? Because if he were like us, then that would mean there were others roaming the earth, and I refused to believe that. Why would the elders lie about that?
But secrecy wasn’t out of character. My family had kept us isolated in a walled city in Montana, and had banned the reading of books from the outside except for evolving translations of the Bible (with the exceptions of the books Lizzie and Sarah had given Noah, Ben, and me). And why? They never offered explanations for the isolation.
As I chased the sunset near Sioux Falls, South Dakota, thirteen hours after I had said goodbye to Nashville, I began to get nervous. When I had walked out the gates of my family’s settlement in Montana three years earlier, I had never envisioned returning. I found it difficult to imagine what it would be like.
This felt very much like I was returning for good, a white flag flying above my head. But that was not my intention. I had made it out once, and I was desperate not to jeopardize my freedom. I could never go back to the life I had lived there. I was returning this time out of loyalty, and temporarily.