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Chapter Sixteen
As soon as I’m in the room I open the armoire and yank the
purple dress off the hanger before I remember I’m being
watched. The cameras. I wonder if Adam was punished for
telling me about the cameras, too. I wonder if he’s taken
any other risks with me. I wonder why he would.
I touch the stiff, modern material of the plum dress and my
fingers find their way to the hem, just as Adam’s did
yesterday. I can’t help but wonder why he likes this dress so
much. Why it has to be this one. Why I even have to wear a
dress.
I am not a doll.
My hand comes to rest on the small wooden shelf beneath
the hanging clothes and an unfamiliar texture brushes my
skin. It’s rough and foreign but familiar at the same time. I
step closer to the armoire and hide between the doors. My
fingers feel their way around the surface and a surge of
sunshine rushes through my stomach until I’m certain I’m
bursting with hope and feeling and a force of stupid
happiness so strong I’m surprised there aren’t tears
streaming down my face.
My notebook.
He saved my notebook. Adam saved the only thing I own.
I grab the purple dress and tuck the paper pad into its
folds before stealing away to the bathroom.
The bathroom where there are no cameras.
The bathroom where there are no cameras.
The bathroom where there are no cameras.
He was trying to tell me, I realize. Before, in the bathroom.
He was trying to tell me something and I was so scared I
scared him away.