POV: Jessica
I had been building the bag for forty-eight hours. Not all at once, A piece at a time, in the margins of normal movement through the building, folding one item into the bottom of the bag I already had, adding another the next morning when my assigned wolf was occupied with something in the corridor. My phone charger. The two hundred dollars in cash I had in my wallet when they brought me here. A change of clothes. My house keys, which I kept because keeping them felt like maintaining a fact about myself that I was not ready to release.
The bag was small. Everything in it was necessary. I had been very precise about what was necessary, The window opened at two in the morning on the fifth day.
I had been watching the pattern of the building for four days, the way you watch
