SELENA'S POV
Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days in captivity. Seventeen-thousand five hundred and twenty hours of scheming, strategizing and preparing for this exact moment.
I slid down in the corner of my cell, where I’d spent pretty much every moment of every day since my incarceration, and watched the arc of guards pacing back and forth across the gate, with as much dispassion as I could muster; sitting there... watching them. “Morning” shift became “afternoon” at two o’clock after 12:00. The new guards were always a little less alert for the first fifteen minutes, their brains still getting used to vigil faster.
This fifteen minute window is how I made my break. The chance that I had worked for two years to engineer.
“Food,” grunted the morning guard, pushing a tray through t
