HAZEL
Axel gives me a look.
A look that says I’m way beneath him.
A look that says I am undeserving of an answer or an explanation.
“You’re here, aren’t you?” he says, almost bored. “You’re safe, you’re fed, you have a roof over your head, and that’s all you need to know.”
That gets my anger rolling.
“No,” I snap. “That’s all you want me to know.”
His jaw tightens. “Careful, Hazel. These past few days, you seem to be losing grasp of reality.”
“What,” I snap back, “you’re calling me crazy now?”
He sighs, long and tired, like this conversation is already beneath him. “I have work to do,” he says, turning back to his desk. He lights up his computer, reaches for a file resting neatly on top, already dismissing me.
And I just wonder, just like that....is he going to dismiss me like th
