The days in the dungeon blurred together, a haze of darkness and discomfort. I lost track of time, measuring the passing hours only by the meager meals shoved through the small opening in the cell door. Lily and I communicated in whispers when we could, offering each other words of encouragement and hope.
One day - or perhaps it was night, it was impossible to tell - the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the passageway. I scrambled to my feet, pressing myself against the bars of my cell.
"Rebecca?" Lily's voice called out softly. "Do you hear that?"
"I do," I whispered back. "Stay alert."
The footsteps grew louder, accompanied by the jingle of keys. My heart raced. Was this another interrogation? Or perhaps...
The lock on my cell door clicked, and it swung open with a crea
