"Mathew." I turned at the sound of my name that had been called over the noisy crowd. I was surprised to find a counselor smiling at me. He was a man with greying hair and tired looking eyes. I stopped in my tracks, pointing at myself, and he nodded. I walked over to him, wondering why he had called out to me.
"Yes, sir?"
Church service had just ended, and the halls were a bit rowdy as people left for their rooms or to the activity rooms. I had to talk to someone later today with Sam and another brother.
"I heard you've been meeting up with the town's local mechanic. Nathan, was it?" I felt my blood drain out of my face at his words. So, people knew. I nodded, and I watched as his lips thinned out.
"Alone?" he asked, and I nodded again.
"Stop meeting up with him," the man said, before
