That left the blue pill in the bottom of the paper cup. I toyed with the idea of flushing it down the toilet, but what if the filtration system picked up the residue and traced it back to me? Crushing it into the sink and washing it away might pose the same problem. Finally I crumbled the paper cup in my hand, feeling the pill disintegrate in my fist, and buried it beneath the trash in the bin under the sink. No one would think to look in there.
Would they?
No. It would be tossed out with the rest of the refuse. My mother wouldn’t look in it. She’d have no cause to.
Satisfied, I brushed my teeth and used the toilet, then dressed for bed. After Kyer’s comment about the Monitors watching us, I’d change in the bathroom from now on. He might’ve been joking, but he might not have been, either.
I just couldn’t be sure anymore.
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