I couldn’t believe it was happening. Shuffling toward that door in leg irons and shackles, I resisted every step. Time itself seemed to slow down. I knew then that the main thing that had kept me on the run for the past three years was my fear of this place. I didn’t think I could take being in there again. Now here the guards were, leading me right back into my nightmare, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.