Chapter 90 How Much Longer

• Violet
• I turned back at the sound of a sharp clatter and caught sight of Nora dumping the plate of food into a small waste bin by the cot. Her expression was tight with anger as she muttered, “I don’t need your pity.”
• I didn’t flinch. The action—and her defiance—meant nothing to me. I wasn't going to be up all night with hunger pains or nausea or whatever happened to her. I shifted my attention to Owen, who was watching me with that calculating glare. He was sizing me up like he thought he could get something out of me.