The sun was warm on her face and the wind blew her hair everywhere, but she didn’t care. Talking wasn’t going to help. The sooner he yelled at her and got it over with, the better it’d be. She sighed. And today had seemed so good at one point. Sitting in the sunshine and managing to do one thing for herself, then everything went downhill. She rested a hand on her stomach, suddenly realizing that she no longer felt hungry and the gnawing pain in her tummy had gone. Jack crossed the car park and headed into a building on the other side. He went through a few more fire doors and then stopped at a door at the end of the corridor. He took a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and pushed her inside. “Where are we?” she asked. “My quarters. We won’t be disturbed here.” Jack shut the door and pushed her across the room. He stopped the chair by the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. “Talk to me,” he said. Lou glanced around the room. Her mother’s perfume and hairbrush sat on the dresser.
