The hours went on.
There wasn't a clock in the room or any means of her to tell the time except look out the window and notice the direction of the sun. Long finished with her food, Catherine rolled back and forth on the bed looking like one having a hard time falling asleep. She was plagued with worries. There was no way she could communicate with her Mom or Dad to know how well they were faring. She knocked on the wall behind her bed but it sounded hollow and thick she doubt anyone at the other side could hear her even if she screamed. What would be the use of screaming anyway? There wasn't anyone coming to get her out of here. They were prisoners awaiting sentencing.
Frustrated, tired, getting paranoid out of her mind, she paced about the room, sang children's rhyme one after the oth
