A chair, a table, a lamp, and a window with white curtains. And the glass is shatterproof. But it isn’t running away they’re afraid of. A Handmaid wouldn’t get far. It’s those other escapes. The ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge. Or a twisted sheet and a chandelier. I try not to think about those escapes. It’s harder on Ceremony days, but thinking can hurt your chances. My name is Offred.