Kant sat in the cramped storage room, his phone plugged in to charge. It turned on. He went straight to the chat with Gabriel, both dreading and expecting a barrage of messages.
Instead, the last text was the one asking Kant for his grandma's address. No other new ones.
Judging from how talkative Gabriel generally was, the silence must have meant he'd given up and moved on with his life. Which was exactly what Kant had wanted.
He set his phone screen down on the table and leaned back.
Perhaps he needed to get up and find something to do, maybe go on a short walk.
Kant pulled on his jacket and left the storage room, moving quickly across the dining hall.
Jones and Hunter were off in the kitchen, doing the dishes and folding delivery boxes—if he was fast, he could slip out unnoticed.
He was nearly at the door when a voice stopped him.
"You're wandering out like that?"
