OPAL

It's dinner time and I'm seriously contemplating whether or not I'll head downstairs to have dinner with everyone else, simply because of how fucked this whole situation is.

I haven't spoken to Bruce since he left my room earlier on, and then there's the whole situation with Quinton after what he said.

I don't think I have it in me to be uncomfortable while eating. Plus, I'm genuinely not hungry, and no. I don't care about how bad it looks.

They can think I'm running away from them. I ...