Back in the room that evening, I have a hard time falling asleep knowing that there is only one more day until I attempt a second escape. Last time, I was uneasy and had a gut feeling it wasn't going to work, but this time I felt the opposite. The plan felt secure and well-thought-out and there were no signs that Stone or anyone around me was suspicious of me.
I have a hard time sleeping and eventually give up and sit on my bed, looking down at my belly. I haven't really spent any time thinking about the pregnancy in my current circumstances, but deep down I'm so excited. I can't afford to let myself really feel it until I'm out of harms way, but for a few minutes, in the middle of the night, I rub my belly and say hi.
I don't know how far along I am, but there's a chance that by the tim
