I placed the compass in my back pocket and donned a long sleeved pullover to cover it all. Last, I placed my hair in a pony tail.I looked myself over in the mirror. It was almost sunset ... time to go.Shit. Could I do this? There was still a wall to get over, and god only knew how many guards, and then the vast desert that I might have to cross for endless miles before I came across a village or town.What if I'm all wrong? What if both windows are locked?"Then you've lost nothing,” I whispered. “But if you're right, this is your one chance to escape."He promised to let you go sooner or later. You could die alone in the desert if you've miscalculated the situation."Better to die alone in the desert than compromise myself with the enemy."He's not your enemy."He is. He's dangerous to my heart."What are you so scared of?No longer willing to argue with myself, I placed my food and water in the proper compartment and zipped up the backpack. I gazed at my purse and pulled out my lip balm and what little Iraqi Dinar I had in there, placing them both in the back pocket opposite my compass.
