Riley
I wake up in the morning, still tired, but better than last night. At some point, Jorgen must have left some toiletries, sweats and shirts for me. As I get ready for the day, I start trying to think of ways to escape. Maybe I can grab the keys from Jorgen when he isn’t looking. Then I can run out when he steps away.
As I am in deep thought, Jorgen brings me breakfast. He comes into my cell and puts down the tray. Breakfast smells delicious. Fluffy, chocolate chip pancakes with eggs and bacon. He sits down to eat breakfast with me.
“Did you sleep well, Riley?”
“Yes, were you able to get some rest too?
“I slept outside your cell,” he says, pointing to a sleeping bag. That doesn't look very comfortable. They should at least give him a cot or something.
“What happened t
