Chapter 18

• My friends practically shove me into the storage closet, and Tiwa slams the door behind us. Noah crosses his arms, leans against a rack of supplies, and smirks at me like a cat who’s cornered a very flustered mouse.
• “What the hell is this?” I snap, crossing my arms. “Why are we hiding in a fucking storage closet when we’re supposed to be checking on patients?”
• “Come on, Rob.” Tiwa levels me with a look. “What was that in the cafeteria?”