Cynthia Dion: 

I spotted him seated by the window, gazing out at the street. I couldn't even blink; I was too afraid of what might happen if I closed my eyes for even a moment. My breathing came in heavy gasps. It seemed like he didn't care about the situation, even though he was the one who had orchestrated it.

Eventually, I gave in and remained quiet, realizing that struggling wouldn't free me from these restraints.

While I was preoccupied with watching Atticus, ...