One second.
Two.
There is no way.
Three.
I couldn’t think.
Four.
Did he really say that?
And five—
I jerked forward. “How?”
He looked around and hushed me. “Settle down. You need the least amount of attention as possible right now.” He stopped talking and leaned even closer. “Good. You have colored contacts?”
“What?” My mind was racing. “Yes. Why?”
“Does your school know your real eye color?”
“No. I used the fake birth certificate you gave me. I have brown eyes on there.”
“Good. Good.” He nodded in approval. “You’re doing all the right things. What are your eating habits?”
“My eating habits?”
“They can track you like that. You have to be a completely new person.”
“Who’s tracking me?”
“Who do you think?” His eyes narrowed.
A waitress came at that moment with food and coffe
