Chapter 67

“The doors stay open,” Ellington

reminds us, nodding at the doorways that link our room to the ones

on either side. He speaks quietly, as if he doesn’t want to disturb

anyone. Except us,I think as I kick off my boots and step

out of my jumpsuit. It covers Dylan’s on the floor. You’re all

about busting our rhythm, aren’t you?

Ellington jerks his thumb at the empty bunks

where Parker and Shanley napped this afternoon. Beyond them I can

see another set of bunks, a sleeping shape on each. He doesn’t have

to say anything else—I can read the words clear enough in his

shadowed eyes. You’re not alone, that look says, so don’t

fool around.“Breakfast is served in the commons at eight,” he

says. “Hopefully your friends will be back by then.”

“Hopefully,” I echo. He waits until I

crawl into my bunk, pull the covers up over myself, turn away from

him and face the wall before he walks away. Sure, there are two

other people asleep in this room. Sure, we’re not alone. But right