The Rest Is Light
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my skin, drawing blood I barely felt.
'So it is you, Rebecca,' I thought bitterly.
"What? No, we can't do this. Don't you realize how serious this is?" The man's voice spiked with anxiety.
...
Whatever they were discussing, his voice eventually dropped to a murmur.
I moved slowly, crawling to the window on all fours, squeezed my eyes shut, and leapt.
I hit the ground with a jolt of pain in my ankle, but I pushed through it, limping as I called Calvin.