I"d found another use for the file besides picking at the window and using it to open boxes.
Underneath my mat, I had begun to scratch small marks into the floorboards. The idea was to keep track of how long we"d been in the room, but it wasn"t easy as each day blended into the next. There were sixteen small scratches in the floor, though I wasn"t sure if I had missed any.
“Are you g-going work at the w-window t-today?” Beth said in her sleepy morning voice as I finished scratching the seventeenth mark into the floor. Beth was almost invisible in the dim light of the room, and her question surprised me. She hadn"t asked about the window in days.
I tucked my file under my mat and rolled over onto my back. I stared up at the wooden beams. It had been more than a week since I"d last tried.
