Sunday, July 14th
The next evening, Patrick woke before sundown and went to the kitchen for his final breakfast. It was silent as usual, and he imagined they'd be glad when he was gone so they could talk again. That was, if they talked to one another. He wasn't sure they did.
Christian pressed a pack of cigarettes on him and wished him luck with his fight and his freedom. "Who knows," he joked. "Maybe you'll be the first to get out and have a real life." His smile didn't meet his eyes, and didn't make Patrick feel any better.
Despite Jesslynn's cold presence, Alexander tackled Patrick in the entrance hall and begged him to come back. "You have the best games!"
Oren reminded him to stay silent about where he'd been, even to Michael. Patrick nodded his agreement, then slipped out the doo
