It was a long time, maybe three hours, before Sterling reappeared in the cell.
I met him with a hug, almost flying into his arms, surprising us both. What's up with that, Trixa? I asked myself, but kept hugging him. After a startled, awkward moment, he hugged me back.
"What's up?" He asked, giving me a look that said, okay, what did you do now? He pulled away, looking me in the eyes.
"What's up with me?" I replied, barely hiding my nervous laugh. "What about you? What happened up there? Where did Aiden take you? What--"
"Ah, it was nothing," He replied. Ignoring my searching, unbelieving stare, he trudged over to his bed, slouching down. "Just some stuff Aiden wanted to go over."
I'd probably just heard the worst lie in the history of lying. And I've heard some pretty bad liars; I'm
