There’s a brief cleaning intermission between events. However, Zoe and I are not permitted to get up from our seats except to go to the restroom designated for omegas. An armed guard had had to accompany us.
Once we reached the restrooms, I immediately stormed into a stall and emptied my stomach into the toilet.
Zoe stood behind me, holding my braids away from my face. I went to the sink and rinsed my mouth out with water. We both stare silently at our reflections in the mirror.
“What are we doing?” Zoe asks.
“What we have to.” I tell her. We don’t have the luxury of mourning right now. It will have to wait. “Aiden brought them in on purpose, Zoe.” I say matter of factly. She just nods her head. It’s not her fault, but if we let it distract us, it could mean our lives, then Brando
