CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
RISPAN
The advantage to having that high, narrow window in the cell was that I could keep track of the days. When you’re stuck in a room with nothing to do, without at least that point of reference, time becomes practically irrelevant. Minutes could feel like hours and hours an eternity. The window was a blessing.
The food was skimpy and tasteless. A thin gravy over bread with hints of some unidentifiable protein. And water. Once a day.
There was also the endless waiting and not knowing how long I would be waiting or what exactly I was waiting for. Most days I would get a visit from the guard. It was always the same one from the day shift. Sometimes, Darusa would show up to watch. Those were the worst days. The guard didn’t care for his assigned task of beating me, a
