“It looks like he’s just been in a fight, dirt and sweat smudged across his pale face. I stare at him, wide-eyed—it’s been so long since I’ve seen another person. He looks almost equally surprised to see me. There’s something off about him. Something not quite right. The slightly too pale skin. The darkness around the edges of his eyes. He’s one of them. I back up farther into my cell, hiding the empty water bucket behind my back. If he comes in here, I’m going to clock him with all the strength... I have left. “Who are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “We’re here to help,” the guy replies. He sounds uncomfortable, like he doesn’t know what to say. Before I can ask who he means by “we,” a man shoves him aside. There are deep lines on his face, which is covered by a scruffy growth of beard. My mouth hangs open in disbelief and I take another step back into my cell, startled again, but this time for a different reason. I don’t know why I expected him to look like the pictures hanging in our family room, but it’s just the way I always imagined this moment.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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