I gasped and almost dropped my apple. The sudden inhale sent a small amount of juice down the wrong way, and I coughed.
“Don"t speak,” I said in a panicked and scratchy voice.
B2"s eyes narrowed, and her lips parted.
“And don"t look at me like that. Stare down at your food or straight ahead. Do you understand?”
B2"s mouth opened, and I held my breath. Fear replaced panic at the thought of her speaking again. Her eyes drifted past my face and stared at the wall behind me. She brought the apple to her mouth and took another bite.
“We"re being watched,” I said between bites. B2 continued to chew and stare past me – through me. “B2?” My chest tightened. Is she gone again?
Is she gone again?B2"s eyes wandered up to my face and back down to her plate. She took another bite. “Yes,” she sput
