Chapter 40

• Before heading back to my room, I pause at Mia’s door. It’s closed, but the walls around this place aren’t exactly thick. They put marble on the floors, but the walls are paper-thin. I’m sure if I sat around and thought about it long enough, I’d be able to create one of those metaphor things they talk about in Mia’s writing class. Everything looks beautiful and elegant on the surface, but it’s thin and cheap underneath.
• I turn away, but a soft moan freezes me on the spot. I hold my breath, waiting to see if I hear it again. Was it my imagination?
• No. There it is again, a little louder now. I open my mouth, prepared to call her name, but before I can, I hear something else. “Zeke…”