It is a good thing we never realize what we are truly capable of. If we did, it would terrify us.
It is a good thing we never realize what we are truly capable of. If we did, it would terrify us.* * *
“Six years?” Jillian swallowed against the desire to throw up. “No. That’s not possible.”
With her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around the saggy pillow, she stared off at the blurry steel wall across from her. Her cell was barely a five-by-six metal box with a spring-suspension cot on one side and a stainless steel toilet on the other. Her ears thrummed with the monotonous echo of distant machinery and air-cycling systems.
While she was technically staring at the wall, her thoughts were elsewhere. Bits of her conversation with Ganesh swirled around in her mind. Throug
