Chapter 96

They behave like this at every mealtime, but I’m on edge and tetchy, and my nerves are pulled taut with the knowledge I have to get going soon if I’m going to be ready by dusk. I have so much going on in my head, my heart is in eternal conflict, and I just need some timeout. Everyone has been feeling the strain of late. With more trucks arriving this afternoon, more prisoners carried in from around the mountain so that they can forgive me for the random outburst at the two most irritating of this sub pack. They may be older than me physically, but it’s obvious the twins are the two most juvenile among us. I stand up, ignoring the inquiring glances, but no one questions, probably guessing I finally got as fed up with them bickering as everyone else, as they do it almost daily. The mess hall is full of Santos chowing down at this hour before they get called out to assemble for evening chores and duties. Patrols get pulled out onto the main field an hour before dusk, giving me a window of