CHAPTER TWELVE
Meara struggled to grasp what Kimberly was saying. Could it be possible? Was there a chance of getting out of this hell?
The other two girls had already been here when Meara was brought to this place. They had seemed completely resigned to their fate. And Meara had combed over every inch of their cage. The walls were solid, and the posts holding the strong chain-link fence were bolted to the floor and the ceiling.
“How?” Meara asked. “No windows. No doors. No openings at all on this side of the fence.”
Kimberly shakily raised a cadaverous finger and pointed toward the ceiling.
“Up there,” she said.
Meara looked up. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed the ventilation pipe in the ceiling, about ten feet above their heads. It was hard to see in the constant dim light t
