“I brought you some food. Well, lots of food actually.” Max lifts the tray that he is holding. It is filled with food and a few cups with liquids in them. “I wasn’t sure they fed you yesterday or this morning so I added a few extra things when I volunteered to bring the food to you.”
“Did you know there were others?” I ask Max and he looks up at me. The change in subject startles him. I don’t know if he was expecting a pleasant conversation or even a thank you for bringing me food. And while I am grateful to be able to eat, the food smells amazing, that again does not make up for anything he has done.
“What?” He asks, confused.
“That there are other witches,” I say, and take a couple of steps toward him and then snatch an apple off the tray he is holding. I retreat back to the far side of the room and I take a bite while I wait for him to answer.