Ember
Standing in front of the door, the feeling of being watched returns, and I roll my eyes. It seems that if I go near any of the possible exits, I will be watched. Deciding to push open the door, I find Matias waiting outside, a look of boredom on his face as he scrolls through his phone.
“Where are you going?” he asks, turning to look at me with disinterest.
“The kitchen,” I answer politely, getting a confused look from Matias.
“Why?”
“Because I wasn’t told to stay in this room, and I figured I would make myself useful,” I answer hesitantly, waiting to see what Matias has to say.
His eyes glaze over for a moment, most likely mind linking Victoria or Kendrik, and I wonder what they’ll say. If they say no, I’ll have to find another way to contact Mia and ask her mom for aid.
“Alp
