He raises his eyebrows. “Do you want to join us for dinner, Millie?” The sound of Nina inhaling sharply fills the kitchen. Before she can say anything, I shake my head vigorously. “No, I’m just going to go up to my room and relax. Thank you for the invitation though.” “Really? Are you sure?” Nina swats her husband in the arm. “Andy, she’s been working all day. She doesn’t want to have dinner with her employers. She just wants to go upstairs and text message her friends. Right, Millie?” “Right,” I say, even though I don’t have any friends. At least, not on the outside.
