She stares up at the sky she hasn’t seen in two years.

It’s darker than she remembered.

Angry, muffled voices drift over the pounding in her head.

Something grips her ankle and she realizes she’s moving. The forest floor scrapes her back as she’s dragged across it.

They had warned her not to leave.

They told her it wasn’t safe beyond the walls.

Those walls she insisted made up a cell, not a shelter.

If only she had trusted them.