Chapter 43

The room hadn't changed much in the past two weeks. The same pale walls, the same narrow ventilator high above the bed, and the same strip of dusty sunlight that found its way through it every morning. The bed remained pushed neatly against the wall, the sheets changed regularly, the small table beside it always cleared before the next meal arrived. Everything was kept so orderly that, at first glance, the room could almost pass for comfortable. Almost.