Cecilia

Greyson’s protruding brow furrowed as he held his spoon filled with red soup in mid-air. “You don’t know?”

“No. I tried to keep track, but there were no windows. They were present but boarded over. I tried to judge time by meals, but those didn’t come with any kind of regularity.”

“From the information I was given, this is day five or six.”

My puzzlement obviously showed.

Greyson went on, “As I told you before, no missing ...