I’ve just reached the door when his voice stops me. “Katniss. I remember about the bread.”The bread. Our one moment of real connection before the Hunger Games.“They showed you the tape of me talking about it,” I say.“No. Is there a tape of you talking about it? Why didn’t the Capitol use it against me?” he asks.“I made it the day you were rescued,” I answer. The pain in my chest wraps around my ribs like a vise. The dancing was a mistake. “So what do you remember?”“You. In the rain,” he says ...
