I can almost reach out and touch the guilt growing on his shoulders. “Until you arrived, I hadn’t spoken a single word in two hundred sixty-four days.” The bird will be white with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. “So that’s it? They open the door once a day for people to do their business and maybe if we’re lucky they feed us? That’s it?” Pinks and reds filter into the room and I know it’s the start of a new beginning. we get lucky.” My eyes flick up to the pane of glass punched into the wall. “There’s usually something in the morning, but there are no guarantees for anything else. My finger traces a new pattern down the rough material of the blanket. “There’s no system to the food,” I tell him. If I hold myself very, very still, I can almost ignore the metal digging into my skin. I curl my knees to my chest and balance my bones on the mattress. His question sends both our eyes toward the small slot in the door. His eyes are wary, worried, analyzing me.
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