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8 pages, Audiobook
First published March 26, 2019
"Life is a game; you just have to make sure you're in control."
"Lucie Bean, sixteen years old. Same age as us again."
"I'm not quite eighteen yet."
And by not quite, I mean my eighteenth birthday is ten months away.
Chewing on his lip, he watches me for a second [...] "I'm twenty-one."
Four years isn't that much of an age gap. Okay, who am I kidding, and why am I even thinking about this?
"How old are you, Theo?"
Sighing, he replies, "Seventeen. You?"
"Sixteen."
"Evan, how old are you?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
His arms are folded, and he's watching me like I'm some difficult math problem he can't figure out.
"I'm nineteen."
Okay, not too much older. Not that it matters.
I nod and go back to fixing some food.
"What about you?"
"Seventeen," I reply, popping four slices of bread in the toaster.
"We knew someone was coming."
"What?"
Kevin claps him on the shoulder. "Last week, Sophie... died. They always find a replacement."
"I can't lose either of them," Priya confesses. "Lucie was the first girl in here in a while. We bonded even though we're nothing alike."
"See? We know there's something coming, and I'm being treated differently," Hazel says, shaking her head.
"You're not the only one getting different treatment. Theo and I have done a lot of rooms, and Evan and Kevin have been taken away, Kevin still is gone."
"Fine. I'm the only one treated in a different way: solo."
"That doesn't necessarily mean anything, and we don't know something big is coming, we only assume it because of the changes in their behavior. But maybe this is part of their plan."
"Piper, we're in different positions here. Let's not try to pretend otherwise."
Why is she being so hostile? It's not as if any of us are in a good position, but it's not a contest over who has it worse.