Chapter 46
46 I’m tired and hungry, but that doesn’t matter now. We are moving. Up the raggedly curving stone tunnel, between another couple dozen or so cells, my bare feet finding traction on cool damp stone and soft earth beaten hard by countless booted feet. The leg chain is draped over my shoulders like an honors cord at prison graduation. The links tend to clank, so I hold a little tension on the manacles on each end. I need a bath, yes, and a decent meal, and a twelve-hour nap in a plushy bed with really crisp sheets, but moving makes me feel better than I have in days. Even if we’ve given up. I keep telling myself that I haven’t surrendered on finding Deke. I need to know how he could turn against me. But the raw anger has passed, leaving me more able to think. I would absolutely risk dyi
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