“Take off your mask,” she whispers behind my hand. My eyes snap to hers. “What?” “Take off your mask. Say you were taking your sick sister to find a physician.” “I—what?” She gives me an exasperated look, like I’m the crazy one, then flops against my shoulder dramatically, her head lolling back, her eyes half open. She goes limp so quickly that I barely catch her before she tumbles into the undergrowth. Well, damn.
