"It takes me 2 days to open my eyes.
There’s a tin of water and a tin of food set off to the side and I inhale the cold contents with trembling hands, a dull ache creaking through my bones, a desperate drought suffocating my throat. Nothing seems to be broken, but one glance under my shirt proves the pain was real. The bruises are discolored blossoms of blue and yellow, torture to touch and slow to heal.
Adam is nowhere."
- Chapter 8, "Shatter Me" by Tahereh Mafi