“When I can sleep, I can dream, and my dreams are a refuge from this waking nightmare, but I don’t think I managed more than an hour or two last night, at most. My grief is still too fresh, my pain too raw. I haven’t eaten or drank anything since yesterday morning, the bottle of water and an energy bar while I watched Sean sleep, but somehow I still have to pee. So kind of them to leave me a bucket in the corner of the box, at least. Once I’ve relieved myself I sit back in the opposite corne...r, tightly hugging my knees to my chest, and close my eyes. Even if I can’t sleep, though, there are other kinds of dreams that can take me away from this waking nightmare. I was an accomplished daydreamer even as a little girl, but in the years since my mother brought us to this little corner of Hell on Earth, I have achieved absolute mastery. Huddled in the corner of the outhouse-sized penance box, my supply of tears is exhausted for the moment.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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