The Anonymous Benefactor

Zara POV

"I am getting a cup of water." I grabbed my faded tote bag from the plastic chair.

She watched my hasty exit instead of glancing at the designated hallway dispenser. The heavy suspicion in her tired eyes let me know she did not believe a word I said. I could see her opening her mouth to challenge me. She stopped herself, letting out a soft sigh instead, and I slipped out the heavy woode