Amy noticed Ms. Wentworth’s eyes light up when she spied a can of seafood bisque peeping out from a sack. Slowly, Amy went and stood in front of the sacks, blocking the elderly woman from the view. “Understand this,” Amy said quietly. “We risked our lives to get this food. We almost died out there.” Her gaze landed on Ms. Wentworth and Patrick. “So don’t think that you can eat whatever you want, when you want. You eat what we give you, and I don’t want to hear your complaints, either.” Garrett raised a fist to his mouth, trying to hide his smile. Amy stared at Patrick. “Where were you? How could you desert us like that?” All eyes fixed on him, and he became nervous when he realized no one was on his side. “I panicked, okay?” he cried out. “There were so many of them running at us. What could I do with a measly knife? So I ran back, and Garrett let down the rope.
