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"What's wrong?" Erickson asked, pulling my attention away from the food in front of me.
"Nothing..."
"I can tell you're lying to me," he replied. "You're not very good at hiding it."
I sighed. That was true. I'd never been a good liar, and was grateful for that most of the time. "I went to the warehouse last night," I admitted softly.
"You did what?" His mouth fell open, a clear indication that what I'd done was wrong. "You know how dangerous that is, right?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have..."
"You're right," he snapped. "You shouldn't have. I said it was too dangerous for a reason."
"I know." I looked down at my plate, ashamed of my recklessness. A soft whimper came from Shelbie at my feet. She knew we were in trouble too. Not that it was her fault. All she'd done was
