Only a sliver of light shined through the tiny basement window. He could hardly move. He was so exhausted and all of his muscles ached—from the stiff cords in his neck, like stretched rope—all the way down to his toes. He kept cramping up. Grabbing for the glass of water that sat on his nightstan...
It’s not light yet, but I can’t sleep. It takes only thirty seconds to get dressed and five more to run a comb through my hair. Pacing my room, I wait anxiously for the clock to strike eight, when breakfast is served. I drum my fingers against my leg, and then I pace near the windows, counting th...