The sight of it is so foreign, it leaves me breathless.

“We went shopping,” Grace says, raising one shoulder in a half shrug.

“You went what?” Sofia leaves the rags behind and stares at her friend incredulously.

“It was Logan’s idea, actually. She wanted to help Emerson get painkillers.” At this, Grace throws an undecipherable look in my direction. The type of look that promises, We’ll talk later. “She ended up in Sam’s Throne, and we also…found more food options. It isn’t a lot, but we’ll enjoy them while they last.”

Only then do the words really settle in.

I say, “Logan. You went to get painkillers for me?” at the same time as Nia shouts, “Food?!”

Sofia rushes forward to grab the bag, and Grace plops onto one of the seats. Logan stands a little awkwardly in between them, moving her weight from one leg to the other and back, but she’s smiling too. When Sofia overturns the bag on one of the tables, grains of rice and Cheerios spill out, followed by cans of food. They all ooh and aah like this is a treasure they’ve never seen before.

Nia grabs cleaning products to wipe down all the cans and boxes. No one knows if it makes a difference, but she’d rather be safe than sorry.

Logan comes to stand by me, and she takes a small, blue bottle out of her pocket. When she hands it to me, I can read the label. Advil. Hopefully this’ll help with the pain.

She smiles so hesitantly, but it feels like a gut punch. “You went into town, for me?”

She nods, and I don’t know how to wrap my mind around that kindness.

“Thank you.” It hardly feels sufficient.

Grace looks up from the can of tomatoes she’s holding. “It comes with conditions though.”

“Such as?”

To my right, Logan raises her eyebrows, and Grace nods at her.

“We’re not going to vote on what to do with Josie,” Grace says, determination in her voice. She pulls herself up taller and folds her hands behind her back.

I cling to the bottle in my hand and feel that pit inside my stomach grow again. “Don’t you know—”

“You weren’t the only one she hurt,” Grace interrupts me. “She attacked Logan too. Logan, who, by the way, risked her life to get you those painkillers. She faced down a guy with a gun for you.”

My mouth clamps shut.

“What Josie did was wrong, but can you honestly say you wouldn’t have done the same thing for someone you cared about? Someone you loved? She wanted to survive. We want to survive. We’re all making hard choices.”

“I never hurt anyone,” I snap. Her questions sting, and it’s the type of pain that Advil won’t cure.

Grace tilts her head. “So she’ll take over your job. If you want her punished, that’s fitting, don’t you think?”

I open my mouth to comment, and she holds up a hand.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be the type of person who decides whose life is valuable and whose life can be discarded. I don’t want to be like the people who locked us up here and then forgot about us. I want no part in that.” She takes a deep breath. “I don’t expect you to forgive her, but Josie can work to repair what she did.”