Chapter 56A door opened, and then slammed shut. The sound reverberated through the stillness. Both Abi and Megan jumped up and stood waiting. The sloshing of soft rubber soles padded up to the bars. Items hanging from the guard's leather belt squeaked and jingled. The guard wore the standard gray slacks with a dark stripe running down each leg and a light gray shirt with a nametag.
“Winnaker?” Her tone was flat. She kept a distance from the cell front. “You're allowed to have anything you want for your last supper. I need to take your order.”
Megan smiled with relief. “There's not going to be a last meal. Haven't you heard?” She moved toward the front of the cell.
The guard backed farther away. “Guess I haven't.” She treated the comment as if expected to play along.
“I'm going home.”
