“I was locked up in my room for three days. The next time he—Paul—came in, I was really hungry. I was hangry, and he said I’d have to tell him I was sorry for what I said—the shit I said about them drugging Riley. That the program was fucked and twisted, and abusing minors. And Miller…” My voice is a whispered rasp as I lift my eyes to his. “I couldn’t.” Tears are blurring my eyes again as I tell him, “I don’t even know why. Stubbornness? Paul went on this tirade about how my main sin was wrath—the one that really had me gripped.
