“If you have an exit plan,” I asked her, “why isn’t he rushing to escape? I heard him yesterday. He didn’t want to leave.” It was odd, wasn’t it? You would think he’d be ecstatic to be saved, but he didn’t look like he was happy she was here. He didn’t look happy either of us were here. Prisoners sometimes got so used to being inside, that it was scarier to leave. They had a home, three meals a day, a regimen… Sooner or later, the familiar hopelessness was easier than the hopeful unknown. But that wasn’t Will. He had a home, friends, money, opportunities… We were missing something. Something
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