Thoughts of J and his absence had run through my head while I completed my circuit training. I had hoped that he"d be waiting to escort me back to my room, but as before, I walked alone.
The corridor outside my room was back to normal. The overhead lights buzzed and emitted a steady glow. The ever-watchful red eyes whined and made sure they caught my every move.
B2 sat on her bed with a book in her hands. She was reading Charlotte"s Web, though she seemed too old for it. How old are we? It was a new thought, one that hadn"t crossed my mind before.
Charlotte"s WebHow old are we?I stepped into the bathroom. My body gave into the freedom I had for the next fifteen minutes. I rubbed my forehead in thought as the question about our ages could not be ignored.
B2 was younger, though not by mu
