Kiana
Another night without Troy.
I wasn’t sleeping well, and as I trudged up to my room after a late night dinner in the mess hall, I considered calling Jenson and asking some more questions about the operations that were not day-to-day. Pulling out my phone, I remembered that he was planning to spend the night with Irene. So far, Claudine had not made another appearance, but I knew Irene was scared.
She needed Jenson more than I did.
Pocketing my phone, I turned down the hall and stopped short. There were noises coming from my bedroom.
Loud noises.
Squealing?
Laughter. It abated, and I opened the door cautiously. Amelia, Willa, Cindy, Janelle, and Ava had piled onto my bed. There was a huge spread of food on the table, and music playing from a speaker somewhere.
“Hi,” I said dum
