I’m not going to die on my first day of freedom. There. That thread is linked to the others around it. I can see the other half of it, see where it tore apart and began to unravel. A strange focus comes over me, and I just…grab them. I grab the threads and I yank them together— —a spurt of blood— —a flash of new pain— —and the snapped thread leaps back together, like magnets.
