CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT
**OLIVER WEST**
"Of course," I called, sitting up quickly.
She entered carrying a tray with what looked like grilled chicken sandwiches and fresh fruit—definitely more lunch than the light snack I'd been expecting.
"I thought you might be hungry, you barely ate any breakfast" She said, setting the tray on Kieran's desk.
"Thank you, that's really thoughtful." I accepted the sandwich gratefully, suddenly realizing I was actually quite hungry.
Mrs. Morrison sat in Kieran's desk chair, but she seemed restless, like she couldn't quite get comfortable. She kept glancing around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.
"Mrs. Morrison? Is everything okay?"
She looked at me for a long moment, seeming to wrestle with something internal.
Finally, she stood up and walked over to Kieran's closet.
