After the girl with the mousy brown hair left the room, it was only Ocean and I once more. We were both silent; awaiting Ricardo who we knew was going to be coming to see us soon. There was an unspoken fear and tenseness that surrounded the both of us; unanswered questions and anticipation.
"He'll figure out that you never took a bite of that," Ocean finally said, her voice sounding as if it wasn't even her own. "And when he does, we're both in hot water. Don't be stupid, Olive. Our lives are not a game."
"I never thought that they were," I gritted out, annoyed with her snappiness. I had the sudden urge to wish for her to fall on her head so it would knock some sense into her. "You make it seem as though I'm too weak to get us out of here."
"You're not strong, Olive, stop faking it," Oc
