CHAPTER NINE
The floor was hard and cold. She’d been sitting on it for days and it had made her backside go numb. Her back was aching, too. There was nothing comfortable about the place. It was dark, it smelled bad, and it felt like a coffin.
Maybe it is my coffin, she thought. Maybe this is where I die.
This thought made her want to start bawling again, but she was too tired to cry. She doubted there was enough moisture in her body to produce any more tears.
Although the space was much larger than an actual coffin, she could not ignore the way the place made her think of a grave. She wasn’t sure how long she had been here because of the darkness. She had no idea if it was day or night. She could have been here for maybe two days…or maybe five. Maybe longer. She had no idea.
Whoever h
