CHAPTER 15
The four tiny feet of one plump rat scurried along Reagan’s flannel pants. She was lying on a concrete floor. Her eyelids twitched, the tickling sensation starting to wake her. She slowly opened her eye, just enough to let in some hazy light. Her irises rolled back and forth for a moment. Then she clenched her eyelids tight, lifted her head off the floor, and opened her eyes fully.
As she regained consciousness, the reality of her environment began to set in. The tape over her mouth restricted her breathing, which had accelerated. Reagan’s eyes started to focus inside the dim room. She looked down at the rat, which had paused in its journey, and her throat attempted a shriek at the sight of it. Her ankles had been taped, but she did the best she could to kick her legs. Both of
