Chapter 22 Redemption's Flicker

• But then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor another time, heralding the back of Gabby. My heart pounded with a combination of dread and anticipation because the mobile door creaked open, revealing his implementing determined status inside the doorway.
• To my astonishment, Gabby’s expression became not one of anger or disdain, but as a substitute for something similar to pity. “Jacqueline, you’re loose to go,” he introduced, his voice sporting a touch of regret.
• For a moment, I couldn’t trust what I had changed by hearing. Freedom felt like a not possible dream, a fable in the midst of our captivity.