The Gilded Cage

Tristan actually seemed pretty hungry. Once he'd polished off a bowl of rice, he popped his meds.

I glanced around the place—it was so peaceful, not a hint of noise anywhere.

"Don't you have class or something?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm going back to school tomorrow," Tristan replied. "What, you think I came to Oakhaven because I flunked out?"

I chuckled. "With your family, it doesn't really matter