Damien POV
Something's wrong, I can sense it, but I can also see by the expression on Winter's face that today hasn't gone as well as I'd hoped, even with myself and Johnathon looking over her. She's so quiet, walking slowly back to the car. She hasn't even looked me in the eyes, not once, and I feel concerned about her. Had something bad happened to her today? I'd struggled to find her at lunch, having looked in the cafeteria and then outside. Apparently, Johnathon had been doing the same thing. I hadn't considered the fact that Winter wouldn't have come and got me, or that she would sit outside, especially with the loss of her voice.
I want to ask, demand answers, but she stares out the window and I sigh, starting the car. Maybe she will write down everything when we get back home.
