C5 The Anatomy of a Cage

She started the project the moment the door clicked into its frame and sealed her inside with the hazy outlines of current cologne scent and echoes of threats. Panic was a luxury Serena could not afford. Despair was poison, so she put on an icy, methodical calm. Not only was he a counselor, but also a master of security; he taught his daughter that any fortress built by man could be unmade by man