Chapter 23

SLOANE

The next morning, I’m still locked up inside and I don’t know what got into me when I started rummaging through the kitchen cabinets looking for something to cook.

“Seriously?” I lift the noodles from the nearly empty shelf, holding the pathetic pack between two fingers. “This is all you people eat?”

There’s rows of beer cans, a jar of pickles, and something that looks suspiciously expired.