“Eat something,” Phoenix tells me, though he makes no attempt to eat himself.
I force myself to nibble on a piece of bread as Violet loads her plate with the casserole. We all sink down into seats and sit in silence for a while.
“Violet,” Phoenix asks, when her plate is half-empty. “Can you tell us how you got to the Garden?”
I give him a frown. “Is this really the time?”
“We don’t have the luxury of taking things slow,” he reminds me. “They know there’s been a breach.”
“But you got the files,” I remind him.
“Only a few,” he admits. “And I plan to pour over those in a minute. But first, Violet, we need you to tell us anything of importance.”
“I… I’m not important,” she says, looking down at her plate. “I don’t think I’ll have anything to tell you.”
“Let’s start with your story,” he
