what if they make me stay? To keep me safe?”“I wouldn’t, if I were them.”
“What do you mean?”“Any minute now . . .”Two seconds later, the sound of an alarm filled my ears.
“What did you do?” I said over the noise as he backed up toward the bathroom door.
“The girl who gave you the note?”
“Yes . . .”
“I caught her staring at my lighter.”
I blinked. “You gave a child, in a psych ward, a lighter.
