The metal door swung open, and John yelled, “Out!”

Laurie had been napping but woke easily and quickly patted the jacket she wore to make sure Joe’s pocketknife hadn’t fallen out. She always kept it close to her when she slept.

Standing up, she walked across the cell and crawled through the door into John’s office, almost groaning in relief at the expansive change in her environment. She could finally breathe clean air and escape the claustrophobic four ...