Finally, she set her tray aside and looked at me. I turned from staring across the room at Kyer and met her steady gaze. She seemed to pick her words carefully when she said, “You’ve been lying to me.”
“What?” I asked, incredulous. “No. About what?”
“You aren’t taking your pills.”
Slowly, I stopped chewing and set my own tray on top of hers. Then I took one of her hands, the way she liked to hold mine. “Brin, I never said that.”
Her mouth twisted into a pout. “Areyou taking them?”
“Of course.” The answer came automatically, though I added to myself, Only two of them.But she hadn’t asked how many. Trying to convince her, I added, “My mother started watching me take them every night. Doesn’t yours do that?”
The pout turned into a troubled frown. “But you’ve been acting so…I don’t know, so weirdlately. And back in the Archives room, you didn’t raise your hand when everyone else did.”