“So,” Max says when we’ve found a place to sit away from everyone. “Can we talk about today? Or last night. What’s going on?”

I stay quiet and just look at him for a few seconds then I look down at the paper in my hand. “Nothing, Max. I told you, I’ve just been busy,” I sigh and sit back against the wall. I pull my knees to my chest and take a bite of the chicken sandwich that was provided for our lunch.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” ...