Emma’s POV:
I don’t know how long they leave me there, but it’s enough for my body to start aching. I can literally feel my joints creaking from the uncomfortable stretch of the binds. If these people give me arthritis at such a young age, I’m gonna be so mad.
I’m also dying of thirst and hunger, but I’m almost glad they haven’t brought me anything to drink because at this point, even a sip would make my bladder explode. I content myself with imagining all of the delicious “welcome home” meals that Iseppa will make for me when I get out of this place. She rarely makes cannolis because they’re a lot of work, but I think I’ll be able to coax her into making me some.
I imagine the kids being safe and happy right now. Hopefully, someone just told them I had to work late or something— that
