I awoke the following morning with a stare, pounding heart as I stood in the dark room. I was confused for few moments about where I was, and the events surrounding the previous night were indistinct but ominous. Then it came back—the letter, the fear, the guards standing just beyond the door.
Nora moved restlessly beside me, wincing her eyes open. "What time is it?" she grumbled.
I looked at my phone. "6:42 AM."
She groaned and arched her cramped limbs. "I didn't sleep."
Me too. I had a croaky voice. Fatigue hit me hard, but the adrenalin running through me refused me sleep.
The door banged abruptly and surprised the two of us.
Nora grabbed onto my arm. "Who's that?"
I gulped and struggled to make it to the door. "It's probably the officers."
I peeked through the peephole. It was
