ADIRA
Mark, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m going to find a way out of here. I will return to you. There are things I need to tell you, and I’m not ready for this to be the end of our journey. I don’t know how I will get out of here yet, but I will figure it out. If, by some miracle, you can hear me, I love you. I love you so much, and it hurts not knowing when I’ll see you again.
I sat on the floor, concentrating on my link with Mark. He hadn’t responded to me, and I couldn’t feel him, but it made me feel better at least trying. Part of me thought of it as writing a letter. He may not get it right away, but I have put my words out there. I hoped he would come across them and know I was fighting to get back to him.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and I sat up straight, sudde
