"Not really," I said. "Maybe parts of it. I was trying to get off the Island when I ended up in Darrow. I really wanted to leave."

It wasn't the escape I had planned, not in any form, but it was still an escape. I carried so much guilt over those who had died and those I'd left behind, but I tried to tell myself they wouldn't be angry with me. I had tried so hard and I had failed, but they would know. Somehow they would know and they wouldn't hold it against me.