ASYA’S POV
The door on the opposite wall is huge and made of the darkest wood I’ve ever seen. An hour must have passed since I woke up. I can’t be sure, though. There’s a clock on the wall, ticking, but it doesn’t help because I can’t see the details of the face or hands. Based on the sliver of light visible between the drapes, it must be midday.
I desperately need to pee, but I’m afraid to move from my spot in this bed. The last thing I remember is following the yellow hallway lines after I ran out of Mr. Miller’s room and finding the door with the exit sign. I don’t have a clue where I am. I don’t know how I got here. And I have no idea what they are going to do with me. My body is shaking. The pain between my legs is still there but not as strong, and my head hurts as if it’s going to
