The horrible things I saw in the basement had me curl up in a ball, thinking. If he has a place like that set aside, what then is it for? Is he some kind of doctor or, what I am trying not to accept, is what it is for? His very own torture space. I don't know anything about this man.
Trying to make myself feel better, I sent for Blue to keep me company.
“Yes, Ava.” Sitting on the bed, “are you okay? You don't seem yourself today.”
Sitting up, “am not fine.” Trying as much as possible to hold back the tears threatening to flow on their own, “I want to see my brother.”
“Hey, it is fine. You can see him,” coming close to me, she gave me a warm embrace.
“How is that even possible? I am barely allowed to leave my room,” sobbing my heart out.
“Talk to August, he will arrange for that.
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