Diana
I stood at the open door, the cool early morning air a sharp thud against my back.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, out.
The door he opened was never locked. Ever.
But now, as he opened it, there was a deeper meaning to it. There was the intention behind it. This time, his opening the door meant something more serious than when I needed a short break.
It meant a lot more than me running a few meters into the woods to chase after one of the pups in the wolf pack I had befriended.
It promised freedom – an eternal repose to the conflict of being trapped in a place like this. It was the perfect escape, in the fact that it wasn’t an escape. I was being set free.
I had cracked the code, right?
Yet, my feet remained stubbornly rooted, as if
