T W E N T Y T H R E E
I open my eyes as a rough hand shoves my shoulder.
“LET’S GO!” comes an urgent whisper.
I open my eyes with a jolt, disoriented, unsure if I’m awake or asleep. I look all around, trying to get my bearings, and see grey, pre-dawn daylight filtering in through the window. Daybreak. I’ve fallen asleep sitting on the floor, my head resting on Ben’s shoulder. Logan wakes him roughly, too.
I jump into action, scurrying to my feet. As I do, the pain in my calf is excruciating, exploding in my leg.
“We’re losing time!” Logan snaps. “Move! Both of you! I’m leaving. If you want to follow me out, now’s your chance!”
Logan hurries to the door and leans his ear against it. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I cross the room, Ben now awake and beside me, and take a position beh
