Chapter 68
JULIAN POLE
I had been packed for almost an hour but I kept checking the same zipper on the same bag as if it would suddenly come undone. My fingers traced the metal teeth over and over and each time I thought I heard a little click my stomach twisted. The room felt impossibly small with all of us inside it pacing and hovering and breathing like we were waiting to hear a sentence we already knew was coming. Even the fluorescent light above seemed too bright, casting harsh shadows that made everyone's faces look tense and tired.
