“Wait, did you hear that?” Dante said, pressing his ear to the muddy wall ahead of us. My stomach growled loudly, and I pressed a hand to it. “That’s just me, bro.” “No, it’s not that.” My stomach growled louder. “Pretty sure it is. I could hardly eat breakfast this morning, I was so worried about Gabe. I only had three dry bagels with butter and jelly on top and two Poptarts. Not even the good kind of Poptarts. They were unbranded, Dante. And I didn’t have any cereal – you know how I love cereal.”
