Chapter Nine
On the fourth day, Terry was not fed.
After the food cart passed by her cell, Terry sat staring at the solitary bowl of water the attendant left for her on the floor. A low keening escaped her lips as she struggled with rising panic. She had already come to depend on her daily dose of medication for coping with the oppressive atmosphere of this place, the dreary routine of tedium and terror. The possibility that her already growling stomach would remain empty for a full day made her less anxious than the prospect of facing the day without this emotional crutch. During the long nights, the numbing power of the drugs had slowly ebbed; leaving her huddled in panic as unclouded reality returned. The terrible clarity of waking was unendurable.
During the days, (Were there nights
