Once we told them we were going home and of our plans, hopefully we would have their support. I reminded her to have all conversations in the bathroom or through handwritten notes. No exceptions. It was the safest way to communicate. Before I could leave, Shiloh alerted me that I had a message. At Nidus, they scanned our electronic messages before releasing them to us. They also filtered everything we sent and kept a tight control on our virtual interactions outside the facility, limiting them to a few messages a week. I hadn’t tried to contact my parents because I received a message from communications, confirming that my parents would pick me up. The Eslites did a superb job of keeping my parents informed of my grades, work status, and donor status. They knew almost everything before I had a chance to tell them. Except for what was really going on there. My heart stopped when I saw it was a letter from Bryce. We had exchanged messages earlier in the week, before finals started. Did he know I was going home?
