Zayde’s Point of View
Dinner is quiet.
Everyone is trying to act normal, making small talk around the table, but no one is really eating.
I push a piece of chicken around on my plate and glance across the table at Chloe.
She has barely touched her food. Her eyes keep flicking towards the window every few minutes, tracking the sun as it keeps dipping lower and lower, like she is counting the minutes until the moon takes its place.
Jack is the only one who seems like he is trying to keep things light. Even Jason, who is usually the joker, is unusually quiet.
“You know, I'm shifting tonight too, and not one of you guys have even given me a ‘good luck, don’t sprain your spine’ kind of pep talk. Rude.”
He says, nudging Jason with his elbow and Jason smirks at him.
“Good luck. Try not
