They were not sounds.
They were not ideas or conclusions.
I saw.
“I’m sorry. I…”
“You really don’t know anything?”
She is more awake now, maybe because of the adrenaline of escaping.
“I was leaving a bad date when they took me. It was only a bad date… I was working and then suddenly…”
“Alexandra! They are not going to kill you. If you keep getting hysterical like this, they’ll catch you and kill you slowly, day after day, until you beg to die. I wish I had gotten there in time… before…”
“What were you going to do? I know you couldn’t have done anything in that moment. I know you’re helping me. But I swear I’ll kill your brothers if I get the chance.”
Tears sweep down her face, and her body shakes from the cold. Her choked voice shows she is using the last remnants of her strength
