Chapter 17 Seventeen

• POV Marco:
• The night is perfect for an escape: cloudy and very dark, just what we need.
• I stand motionless under Isabella's window, counting the minutes. Next to me is my empty wheelchair. Soon I will be able to leave it, at least for a few hours, and anxiety runs through my body like an electric current. If my father finds out what we're doing, I won't be the one to pay the highest price, and that's the only thing I'm afraid of right now.