The Transfer: A Divergent Story. Veronica Roth

voice, the kind that only develops after a difficult day at work. I should be careful. “What was your result?”

      I don’t even think about refusing to tell him. “Abnegation.”

      “And nothing else?”

      I frown. “No, of course not.”

      “Don’t give me that look,” he says, and my frown disappears. “Nothing strange happened with your test?”

      During my test, I knew where I was—I knew that while I felt like I was standing in the cafeteria of my secondary school, I was actually lying prostrate on a chair in the aptitude test room, my body connected to a machine by a series of wires. That was strange. But I don’t want to talk to him about it now, not when I can see the stress brewing inside him like a storm.