Chapter Thirty Eight
First Person’s Perspective
Reed
I sat in the corner of my dark, cold cell. The floor was hard under me. The walls smelled like mold and old water. The air was damp. My body still hurt. My back burned from the whip. Every move made it worse. My hands were full of cuts and dried blood. But I did not care.
Serena and Liam were alive.
Caleb said they were near the north border. That meant I had a chance. A real chance. I could get them back. I could hold my son again. I could tell Serena that I never gave up.
I closed my eyes.
Just two more nights. Then I run. Then I fight. Then I take them back. No matter what happens. I don’t care if I die.
I opened my eyes and looked at the food in front of me. Old bread. Cold meat. It smelled bad. Like it had been there for da
