Gianna

I don't know how much time passes.

It's only when Lucien taps my shoulder and rips me rudely out of my troubled thoughts that I decide to stand up. My legs are so shaky. The children have gathered around to watch me, no doubt imagining that I'm some crazy woman who came here tied up like a dog and is now making a spectacle of myself.

But the truth? The truth is that it feels like my world has collapsed and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Where do I go? How do I ...