“Let’s talk about last week.”
“I went to bed and when I woke up, I was in that room.”
“So you didn’t know Clarke wanted to leave? Why she was digging?”
“He,” she corrects. “Clarke is male.”
Dr. Smith smiles indulgently.
Punching Dr. Smith in the face will get her locked in solitary again, so she retreats into her mind, lets it wander.
What was that box Clarke dug up? Why did he give up control when he found it? Curiosity rolls over in the back of her mind.
“Well, however Clarke thinks of herself, let’s talk about her motivation.”