Day 1067 Operation Popoki:

  I don’t know what to do. I’m stuck. I’m trapped. Before taking the assignment, I saw what She did, I saw the children. Why did I say yes?

  The sweat on my palms adhere them to the rusting park bench as I slide to the side, out of the shade and a few thankful inches away from Her. Although not in imminent danger, I can’t seem to relax, my body tensing out of its own accord.

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  She's mumbling to herself again, as she always does on days out like this. I try not to focus on her and instead on the children, unknowingly playing with the cats.

  I need to get out.

  Is this a good chapter length?