“Why haven’t you eaten anything?” I asked, crossing my arms. “I didn’t know if I was allowed to,” she whispered. “Why wouldn’t you be allowed to?” “You said I should stay in my room, so I just wasn’t sure…” My brain whirred as I tried to understand what she was saying. When had I told her she couldn’t leave the room? The only conversation we’d had was yesterday morning… Shit. Fuck.
