Chapter 15

The rattling of the door startles me awake. I’m not sure how long I slept, but my spider friend finished her work. I think I’ll name her Charlotte. I trace the network of intricate lines she’s spun with my eyes wondering where she hides when her work is done as the door finally opens.

“Breakfast,” a woman says handing me a bread roll and cup of water before scurrying back out the door. 9 am then. Their stupid routine will offer me some semblance of a clock. That might keep me semi-sane. I pace my cell while trying to eat my bread. It’s more a dinner roll really, and a stale one at that.

I hoped to find something in this cell of use, but it’s just four six-by-eight thick stone walls. The door is the only opening, and the hinges are on the outside. Worse, the door itself is way too thick for me to have any hope of breaking even shifted. This is not going to be easy, especially half-starved and exhausted. I’m not sure I even could shift.

My only chance is when people come and go, whic