Mina
I wolfed down the food, shocked to find it tasty.
But as we ate, the atmosphere felt a little thick with eyes on my back. There were many questions asked silently by those who watched.
Who gave us food?
I wondered why the doctor was being so kind and at the same time infuriating. I paused, thinking. If he was this way and I got to eat food, I wouldn't mind.
Each bite felt like a reluctant surrender to my thoughts since the numbing pills that Ader had slipped us dulled the pain in our injuries and allowed us to focus on the meal without wincing.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Mara and Ader exchange brief, knowing glances, like there was something only they understood—something they weren’t telling us. A part of me wanted to ask more about the doctor, but the chill that had set
