Chapter Thirty-Seven
Olivia
I
’m not sure how long I’ve been trapped in this prison, but it feels like a lifetime already.
The other day I asked the mean-eyed guard, whose name is Nisha, if I was allowed to have any water in my cell, and she let me keep a cup from the cafeteria. She said it gave her something to take away from me if I decided to act up.
How gracious of her.
My days are filled with routine. We’re taken to the cafeteria for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and we’re given exactly ten minutes to eat. There’s no time to talk if we want to eat, not that any of us has anything to talk about. Two times a day we’re let out into the yards, but they rotate the prisoners, probably so we can’t get too close to anyone. I’ve only seen Bastien’s mom once more, but she wouldn’t speak
