It was slow, and it was dark, and it was the hardest thing I have ever done, and at the end of it I lifted my hand and knocked twice on Amanda’s door before the dark came up and took me.

The last thing I remember thinking, as I lost consciousness on my neighbor’s step, was not fear.

It was something closer to triumph.

I had gotten out.

Whatever happened next, I had gotten myself out of that cage on my own two elbows, and they had not stopped me, and they did not even know yet that I was gone.

Chapter 6 — Lakeside