“Sorry,” I murmur. “Just keep breathing, Polly. Deep, steady breaths. You can do this. I’m here.”
I’m not sure if she’s buying my confidence. Honestly, I’m having a hard time buying it myself. But blind hope is all we’ve got at this point. From a totally objective perspective, I’d say it looks like we’re well and truly f****d.
It’s ironic how situational perception can be. I’d give anything to be back in Uri’s basement again, as long it meant I was far from this absolute shithole.
“How’re you feeling now? Is it easier to breathe?”
“A little.” Polly’s voice is still drenched with fear but at least she sounds a bit calmer. “But I’m still scared…”
“Polly, listen to me. They’ve kept us alive for a reason.”
“What if the reason is worse than keeping us alive?”
I have to repeat that senten
