Where did my parents go? Did they leave again? Did they not recognize me? I’m still dirty so they must not have followed my parents’ orders to have me cleaned yet. I’m hungry and thirsty too, so I hope those orders still stand. Before long, two Vals come in and untie me and allow me to use the toilet. I have to go so baldly the guns pointed at me don’t even make me hesitate to use the facilities in front of them, staring into the barrel of a gun. It isn’t until my restraints are being tightened again that I realize I’m not in pain anymore. How long have I been out? The smell of truff soup has my stomach rumbling before the door even swings shut. A Deb comes in, her blonde hair obscuring her face, but I recognize her instantly. Gracie is shaking, making the bowl rattle against the spoon as she set it down on the table beside my bed. My shock of seeing her here is outweighed by my hunger. It’s only my morning Deb rations but it looks like a feast.
