Chapter 22

‘He’s under a lot of stress,’ Sophia said as we walked back to the rec room together. Her tone did not match the sympathy of her sentiment.

‘We all are,’ I said.

Sophia didn’t respond. As we reached the rec room, I sat down with Emily, who was still looking shaken. Sophia marched on—to the bunk or to Byron, I didn’t know.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, rubbing her back to soothe her. It seemed to have no effect; she continued staring vaguely at the far wall. Clip and Grant—Grant was conscious now, and...