I WAKE WITH a start, unsure of where I am. Once I gather my bearings, though, I exhale because I’m safe.
Unable to go back to sleep, I decide to go for a run. I manage to rummage up an old pair of sneakers and some running shorts in a box of donated clothes, but I don’t bother with a T-shirt. Since it’s still dark outside, I’m quiet as I walk down the hallways and out a side door that leads to the sports field.
There are basketball courts, a tennis court, and a running track around the half-sized football field. They hold their annual events here—Easter egg hunts, Halloween hayrides, and Christmas parades. Mother Superior ensures no child misses out.
After some light stretching, I commence a jog around the field. I don’t have any music, but I don’t mind. I like the silence. I’ve always
