Chapter Twenty-Two:
Julie's Point of View
The door opened, and for the first time , a different breeze licked my face.
Although the club was still closed and desolate, stepping out from between those four walls felt like a small victory.
I had often heard the phrase "we don't appreciate the value of things until we lose them," and only now did I realize its truth; the taste of freedom after imprisonment, even if it is a diminished freedom, is something no description can do justice.
I took my first step into the hallway, but my euphoria did not last long.
There was a guard standing alert at the corner of the corridor, and as soon as he saw me step out, his eyes began tracking me in predatory silence.
In that moment, my illusions evaporated; Robert had given me the key, yes, but he had not given me the freedom I had imagined.
