Page 127 of Marks of Rebellion

"Knees up."

I bend my knees, and she continues to de-mummify me.

Is this happening?

Yes, this is real.

Don't get too excited.

"Your name is Arja?"

"Yes. I think it's best if we laid some ground rules."

"Rules?"

She smirks. "You can either step into your role or be committed to an institution for the rest of your life. It's up to you."

"Committed...no. Please, don't do that to me," I beg.

"Lift your hips."

I obey, and she continues freeing me from the white cloth.

"It's not me who will do it. But the choice is yours. Sit up."

I sit straight, and she finishes. I slowly move my arms and feel like I can breathe for the first time in a month.

"There. That's better."

"Thank you," I quietly tell her.

"Now, I prefer to work with adults who are ready to move forward in their life. Are you ready to do that?"

I focus on twisting my fingers. I'm falling into a trap no matter how I answer that.

"Should we go sit on the balcony and get some fresh air?"

She's going to let me go outside?

"Please." It comes out desperate.

She opens the French doors to the balcony, and the air hits my skin, feeling like heaven.

I step out, and my eyes immediately focus on the jungle, and I remember the conversation I had with Hunter.

I used to sit on the balcony and look out into the jungle, wondering if anyone could see me and help me. But no one could,I told him.

I would, Flower. Every day and night, I would watch you, planning the perfect time to execute my mission. You might not see me, but I would be there, watching you.His voice is clear, and it chokes me up.

Is he alive?

Is he out there watching me?

Arja thinks I'm overwhelmed by my taste of freedom.

"Ah, yes. It's nice to have privileges, isn't it?"

I stare at the lush greenery and nod, praying to see Hunter, but there are no signs. It's just the same as it's always been.