The four walls were still visible through Lizzie's blurred vision, as her stomach tightened, ready to implode at the thought of remaining in this cell for the rest of her days. But something was different, there was light.
Lizzie rubbed her eyes in sheer disbelief, clearing her vision just enough to confirm her suspicions; her dreams. A pair of deep blue curtains were drawn across the far side of the room, with sunshine beating in through a small slit between the material. The yellow rays licked the skin on her arm, spreading the warmth through her body like hot soup on a chilly winter's morning.
She stared down at the dancing, shimmering light, noticing for the first time that her arm was heavily bandaged in white cotton. Then it all came flooding back to her.
The escape. Saunders. Th
