SIENA
Immediately after Maria leaves, I push aside the carpet out of curiosity to see if she was telling the truth. I can't see properly so I push away the bed, allowing me to peel off the carpet, and sure enough the trapdoor is there, well camouflaged to look like the tiles surrounding it.
I am happy now, we are going to escape, I'm going home.
I enter the bathroom and spruce myself then a change of clothes and I am good to go. My only wish now is for time to fly, I am getting out of prison.
The door opens and Maria comes in with lunch, I am not even starving, everything now is on hold, priority now given to getting out.
“I am not hungry Maria,” I tell her.
She puts the food on the table and from her oversize jumper she removes a small briefcase. She silently hides it under the be
