Sitting on the bed, Abigail observed how the yellow sunlight slowly streamed golden and made its way through the large window. The clock ticked on six. It was a brand new morning, a new day of her captivity.
Sleep said its farewell to her a long ago since her brain had turned like a violent whirl of thoughts, trying to organize the chaos in her life. Her habits could be blamed too. Waking at six, making breakfast, attending hospital before seven, and spending the entire day there — her daily routine used to be restricted and stuck with one. She heaved a deep sigh as she pulled herself up and rummaged for the mustard yellow jumpsuit in the closet she that left there last night.
This closet had a larger collection of girls' clothes than an entire shop usually does. No wonder it was a royal
