Chapter Thirteen
“Nola,” her mother’s voice came through the door. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” Nola said, forcing her voice to sound normal, like she hadn’t just lost her best friend.
Again.
Nola’s mother poked her head through the door. “Good. I was worried when I came home last night and you were already asleep.”
“I’m fine,” Nola said. “Just tired, really tired.”
“Well, come on down. I brought some treats from Green Leaf.” Her mother winked and left.
The attendees of Green Leaf always brought food with them—rare fruits that were only grown in their own domes. Nola’s stomach rolled in disgust.
Kieran had stolen a bowl of grapes. She could picture him, Dr. Wynne, and Eden sharing the fruit. They were probably the only people in Nightland who could eat it. And they would sit in the kit
