Morse Code

I gave her a one-armed hug, and leaned in closer, wanting to exchange a whispered or muttered word, anything to shed more light on what she'd tried to communicate to me.


The guard with the gun was close enough I couldn't be sure about getting away with it.


At the same time, though, my mom had her arm at my shoulder. Her finger tapped.


Then again: tap tap tap.


And again: a thump with three fingers striking the ornamentation at the shoulder of my coat at once. A tap. Another thump, a tap.


I wasn't perfect on my Morse code, but I knew common letters in the alphabet. E was one tap. S was three. The last- P? No. Didn't make sense. Y? X? No. C.


Esc. Escape.


If they were trapped, we might be too. It raised questions about who, if it was Amy included, or just my parents.

- Breaking 14.6