“Thanks.”
I know Ivan was arrested after I was rescued, but according to the police he was protesting his innocence. According to him, Colleen took me in when I was a toddler.
He probably thinks he’s done enough to save himself.
I doubt he knows I remember my mother.
Though that may have changed by now.
The police were armed with that knowledge after they spoke with me.
It might be enough to keep him behind bars, but it would be easier to keep him there if they could conclusively prove my mother is dead, rather than missing.
He deserves to rot in hell, but prison will do for now.
“Okay,” Lana says. “I’ll give you that number when I have it. We should get you back to your room. It must be time for lunch by now.”
I nod, and when she stands up, I follow suit.
Time for my meds. Got to eat first so I guess it’s also time for lunch.
I’ll get used to these regular mealtimes at some point.
Right now, they seem kind of excessive.
Lana opens the door, and I see Owen and Dr. Clarke standing in the hallway.
This time, I catch Owen staring at Lana intensely.
He’s got to be her other mate.
At least this time, I don’t blurt it out.
“Everything good?” Owen asks, not taking his eyes off her.
“Yep. We have a new kitchen hand when Robin’s feeling better,” Lana tells him.
He grunts in response, while Dr. Clarke raises an eyebrow at me.
“Kitchen hand?” he asks, sounding vaguely shocked.
I shrug. “I’m used to that kind of work.”
“Ah,” he murmurs. “That’s nice, as long as it’s what you enjoy.”
Enjoy?I feel confused for a moment before it clicks.
He’s a doctor. He probably chose to be one because he enjoys helping people.
Working doesn’t have that element for me.
I never chose to grow up in a kitchen, it was chosen for me.
While I’m thankful Colleen made that possible, it’s not something I can say I enjoy.
Keeping busy is good, for sure, and the job covers that. It’s a good enough reason, beyond the bare minimum that the job covers which is to allow me to live in a place where I feel safe.
I nod in response, because I don’t want to say anything that might be perceived as negative, and I don’t trust myself not to blurt out something inappropriate.
