I was being monitored.
This much had become clear to me from the moment I had been subjected to the Gate back in the hospital. Although much of the information about the one responsible could be pieced together by connecting several dots, I was painfully aware there was a good chance I was being monitored in some way.
Thinking about the note in my pocket, I knew that Zoey probably thought the same.
...At least, this was how it seemed to me.
Why else would she do all of that in order to give me a note?
My fingers were itching. I really wanted to read the note, but I couldn't be too obvious about it.
"Really. What an annoying situation."
I sat back down on my chair while pretending to be frustrated.
No, I really was frustrated.
