The next day, I drag myself out of bed far earlier than I'd like. Still groggy with sleep and my eyes only half-open, I ignore the need to crawl back under the sheets because this morning I have something to do. My task isn't to visit with my grandparents, though I wish it was. For one, I don't know where they stay. Not at the packhouse, and not with the children, since they told me they only help out a couple of hours a week.
I asked them where they lived, but Jude kissed my cheek and told me not to let Nolan see the bracelet she gave me because he'd only break it. I've kept it hidden under a beam in my room, figuring no one will look there since it's not like I'm hiding food, which the enforcers would sniff out.
So that means Nolan has my grandparents living somewhere bad.
Maybe so bad they didn't want me to see.
