Chapter 12

• I pace my room for the hundredth time, sighing, frustrated, and mentally working through the war
• going off inside me and end up ‘arghhing’ out loud in frustration. So over this crap already and tired of feeling this strung out. I feel like the last few days' events have changed me in subtle ways, and I wish I could go back to before.
• Things have not been going well since that day in the packhouse. That day changed everything in my life, and I’m a prisoner in the orphanage until further notice. Under lock and key, metaphorically, through the pain of death, should I disobey.