Morning brings with it its own set of worries and fears.
Gabby squirms and kicks in her sleep, still refusing to wake. Her hand clutches tightly to mine and I keep expecting her eyes to just pop open. All this movement would sure wake me up. Her feet are kicking, her arms are twitching, and her breathing is coming fast. What has she been through?
“She"s probably just dreaming,” Amanda says calmly. I don"t know this woman, but having her around makes me feel better for some reason. I can tell she cares a great deal for my sister, but I find it strange that she"s the only person in the entire camp that has come to check on Gabby. She"s been here for over a month and she"s always been good at making people like her.
What if Gabby doesn"t wake in time for the escape tomorrow? All of this wi
