It was wrong.
I stared at the fluorescent light overhead.
Nothing.
No uneven hum.
No irritating flicker or flashing strobe to count.
It was a steady white light.
My fingers twitched against the restraint gloves.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
“Again.”
One.
Two.
Three—
The lock outside my cell clicked.
I stopped breathing for a minute.
No!
Not yet.
The count wasn’t finished.
“Start over.”
One.
The deadbolt rolled back.
Two.
The handle turned.
Three.
