Taking Flight

"Come," she says. I shake my head. "I can't . . . I'm not ready." My mother looks disappointed. "Beatrice. I thought you were braver than that." Slowly, she reaches out to touch the birds flying on my collarbone. And I know she understands what they represent—my family and my freedom. My Divergence has finally freed me—but oh, what a cost I've had to pay for it. Allegiant spoilers.