ISABELLE
Honestly? I didn't know what to expect from that night's meeting.
A few hours earlier Mark had simply told me that Becky and my brother were coming over for dinner to discuss our next steps - these had been the only words I'd heard from him all day.
By now I was used to it, though. Ever since I'd been put under Mark's watch and I'd been allowed to stay in the house and not in the basement, I'd received nothing but coldness and silence, however polite, from my roommates.
Not that I didn't deserve it - quite the contrary. If someone had hurt my friends the way I had, I would have done worse. I certainly would not have offered them warm meals and a safe room to sleep in.
I settled on the couch and began zapping: Mark and Jenny were on the other side of the large open space on
