CHAPTER 22
In the days that followed, perhaps the weeks, the snow drifted and blew about outside, and everything remained iced-over for what seemed forever. Two additional storms moved through, dumping even more snow and leaving the area completely cut off. I wandered the halls and tried to keep to myself as best I could. I didn’t try to leave again. I told myself that once the snow melted, I’d get in my car and flee this place, just drive until I was far enough away to believe the whole mess had been some sort of twisted dream.
Deep down, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
It wasn’t possible.
So I roamed the halls in a daze, trying to make sense of things that made no sense. Another rat in the maze, I fell into a kind of detached acceptance, as if I’d been drugged, but I’d felt that way
