Don't Let Go: 10
10
Avery sits on the end of her bed in room 219, two officers stationed out in the hall, the doors to the balcony open so that the gentle crash of waterfalls and tumble of happy voices down in the atrium drift up to them. Room service arrived about ten minutes ago, and Trish and Meg are divvying up the food. Meg comes to Avery’s side bearing a plate that smells nauseatingly of grease.
“Cheat day,” Meg says with a weak laugh. “Nothing like a cheeseburger and fries to make things better.”
Avery hears her—hears all of it—as though through a tunnel, all of her attention fixed on the TV and the cable news show playing there.
