*Calvin*
I watch as Ada slowly sips the broth from her mug. It’s a struggle for her, and it kills me. In every thought I had of everything happening to her, it hadn’t occurred to me that she was being starved, too.
“You didn’t have to warm it for me,” she tells me. “Thank you.”
“I’m not going to give you cold broth,” I say, furrowing my brow as Katya fusses. “It’s disgusting. I’m going to find something better for you tomorrow.”
She smiles. “I doubt Sophia will let you. You seem a little scared of her.”
Why would she think I’m scared of Sophia? I think back to the interactions we’ve had, trying to work it out. Is it because I listen to her? “I’m not afraid of her,” I try to explain. “I respect her, and I trust her. If she tells me something is the best for you, I know it
