When my throat is dry and ears pounding, I stretch out on the cot with my eyes closed. I have to stop humming, so I tap the wall beside the bed to create noise in the space. Anything to distract me from my thoughts.
Then I begin to count. One, one hundred, two, one hundred, three, one hundred.
By the time I hear something and scramble into a sitting position on the hard bed, I'm up to a million and something. A magical door opens up and a burly guard comes inside and grabs my arms, then drags me through it.
He lets me go and shoves me forward, past another group of scowling guards, and I walk through another doorway that leads outside, into a yard with grass and a few benches surrounded by a very tall chain-link fence. There are three other yards around us, forming a square, each divide
