Chapter 17: The First Threat (Tim POV)

I jolted awake, heart slamming my chest, whispers—“Tim Carter”—still echoing from the dark. Gray light slipped through the cell window, weak, cold, the moth gone. I shifted, slow, springs creaking under me, but something felt off—lumpy, torn. I sat up, tugged my blanket back, and froze—my mattres...